Being of lambkin mind
and singular thought,
I bleated out some thing
about the flower
before I ate it.
Daisies are calming
like horns in some unison of exuberance
I once made out in the warm air
and like a pedal pedal of
the whole world gently serenaded
I stood there
See my feet
in the dirt
with the plants
did I say bees which flew or tears of water, no.
Fish's little lips breaking the surface
For a fly.
White fly living out all its charming hours
and then nothing
down, out, on the river's water to float
you into me
or me into you
says the fish, goodness
I'm just pleased we ended up here together.