little rabbit leaps
stop to catch its breath
four chambered love child
Of a sunny april day
Bather’s beach brings out peachy cheeks
Sitting with the muscles on the rocks by the sea
Avoid stepping on the cucumbers
or mixing souls into the tea
In Churchill’s garden smelling the roses
Hips with just a little sway
Making jam
Sweet strawberry jam
Eating in the air of where she'd walked
Like a tidal wave
In her own little
way
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And we are still in the game after a short decade of silence. ;)
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