i wish i were antonio o!
winding the hills so
into and out quilted to
the excited children know
the distant three wheel echo
of imagination -blue and yello
pop ups and quietly through
the sun rising finger drew
across a blinding line anew
a love to page them do
and don´t..low!
antonio!
in his biblio!
run promises blow
like a wizard´s brew
come all to know..!
