the season�s lemon leaves fall on the lawn
muting the sound of footsteps     fog�s slip fey
slides us along the road to Babylon
we might awake in deserts or Marseilles
on backs of Indian elephants with bells
around their necks     songs mixing in the rain
I chose an ostrich on the carousel
you stayed at home and wove a grosgrain
ribbon through your beard     pancakes & coffee
steamed the kitchen, filled the trees with wind
shoo-ee, on wings of bumblebees we flee
nevermind untraveled roads, streams that bend
between your path and my oak leaves     weave
another verse, this river of belief


�2006 by PJ Nights