There is a

sun patch

over your

shoulder just

backside

over that

hill,



a gift

from a

angel perhaps

to celebrate

and drink

full of

this moment.



let's sit

and daydream

for a while

and laugh at

odd stories,



and talk

about bad

poets and

sad poems

that we have

both written

a few,



let's take

a moment

to breathe in

each others

glory,



and laugh

and play

like children

often do.



tag your it!



and it

sets

your golden

fleece hair

dancing upon

the wind,



like a wildfire

out of control.



like a

force of

nature without

measure.



and your

laughter

is a

gentle

respite my

soul to

enjoy and

dream about.



on this

Tuesday morning

on a hill



with your

glorious

smile,



and jelly bean

eyes of



perfect blue...