.............................................................running in playful abandon through endless fields you know those flowers look closer
red, blood red... tulips wave, nod, ripple to my touch
they keep on being tulips
they keep on being red
still running arms outstretched brushing their tops gently
why? why tulips? why red?
lying down now lazing in the sun gazing at a sea of red
"when I count to three... one..."
not yet. please not yet
I need to know... "two..."
I like tulips I like red but they're not my favorites "three..."