"tell me a story..."
what did you want to write
i wasn't sure right then
sometimes feeling
as if my radio was broken
we went into town
she had picked out some clothes for me to wear
cover your skin darling the sun is hotter here
and we've half a day's light hike yet
course she was right, i rather liked that she was
often so, more than me
about these sorts of things
we would sing
melodies each of us knew
as a high Sun bore down
we'd find a brief moment
in the shade of an outcrop
angle tongue shadow oasis
we'd stop, drink, kiss and pray
though not necessarily
in that order
she would always ask
why we were happy
when we went to quiet places
tell me a story Edward
show me how a bird can fly rite
every time, a sown into me
tits, wrens, robins, crow
cocks, hens, warblers, thrushes,
grackles, sparrows
and every bird of prey
that matters
put them all
in a pie
fit for a king
or queen
of the realm
our inner child
will never ask why
EJR ©
Hello There, Wonderful to read your words again. I've been doing a bit of catch up.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading them... living an HIA life is sort of being MIA
Deletefrom yourself but with a more tactile introspective... glad you
stopped by, even more so, you cared to comment. <3