I would greatly enjoy
Drinking a full bottle
Of blue sky, with
Cloud cubes.
And as a youngest
Quasi-only child
I have no basis
Upon which to babysit.
I keep a pocket-sized
Terrace with me
At all times
Purely for the flowers.
And it would be a
Jolly thing to have
An eight-year old
Dream come true.
On rare occasions
I wear dresses
And walk sedately
Through fields.
And once in awhile
The bird on my leg
Is a massive swallowtail
And tries to fly a feathery airplane.
Copyright 5/12/15 by B. E. McComb