Oct 2017
perhaps, perhaps*
each smile shining white
shining that wide, kingly grin
knocks down the brick
which preserves the small glade
of sprouts and flowers, of books and runners
perhaps, perhaps
the notes fluttering off the strings
harmonized like early morn~
a dawn of pinks and baby blues
of singing streams and lingering dew
perhaps, perhaps
*I would like that very much
each smile shining white
shining that wide, kingly grin
knocks down the brick
which preserves the small glade
of sprouts and flowers, of books and runners
perhaps, perhaps
the notes fluttering off the strings
harmonized like early morn~
a dawn of pinks and baby blues
of singing streams and lingering dew
perhaps, perhaps
*I would like that very much
