Monday, May 3, 2010

Summer


she lies in a weedy green meadow, twirling a blade of grass 
between her fingers. a soft, warm wind passes through, 
causing little green clovers to bend, and the fluffy 
white weeds to sway. knocking the 
morning dew off their 
leaves and 
stems,


picking 
a dandelion, she 
closes her eyes, makes
wish... and blows 
the seeds 
away.

she drops the stem and lays downsinking in 
the cool grassy bed,watching the clouds 
go byshe sees swirls and rabbits
drifting in the ocean like sky.

she tears her eyes away,
resting her imagination,
and looks back to the 
clover field. she spots 
a  four  leaf  clover,
rising above the rest.

she reaches out to the plant,
lifts it by the roots, and leaves the clover field behind. 
holding the little plant in her cupped hands,walks home under a velvet sky...



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