It’s a good day to fly a kite

Bare feet in the grass poles in the pond and I'm
kissing purple toads I can't catch
my breath my breath above the knee
don't stop this tree from growing
rings around soap bubbles
confuse the birds and the bees with their
big black stingers buzzing between
sun rays on the back of my neck
I see you coming
my toes get wet.



©2006 by Tammy Trendle

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