I want to lay in a field
where strawberries taste
like sunshine, where killdeers haste
one wing away
just out of reach.
I want to teach our child
how to play a game
of clouds. Kiss you
on the mouth
and tickle your fancy in and out
while the lark and whippoorwill sing
from their precious perch
on a thistle. I want to whistle.
I want to hum. I want to bumble
along to Neil Young
or Mumford and Sons
on a Sunday
or a Monday
with you.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
QuickTurtle Books® 