Drift along

hear the gravel crackle

butterflies

shades of the Eternal Dancer

God has buttered the land with sunlight

sunlight



corn grows high

like a tall watusi

katydid

hums a monotonous tune

rather hypnotically

hmmmmmm

overhead there's a parrot with boxing gloves

singing like me

what a clever bird

even knows the words

but he doesn't seem to see

me

making my great escape



you can just take so much of your own advice

who needs a king

sitting in a tree

so loquaciously

pigeonholing everything

pi-

geons have a way of taking wing

-ing wing



back again

purple thistles bristle

all around

bane of the Eternal Dancer

hmmmmmm



home is just around the bend...

the end.