theres a tickle on my cheek
as i lie here in the weeds
it's a speckled butterfly
sipping at my tears, waking me
and scaring her, she flutters
off to seek some other salt
where a cougar urinates
in the sand beside the creek.
i hear that song, the one
that creeps into unwelcome
cells, you'd recognize it in
a second, from the beginning
of a sitcom, the seven
castaways on a three
hour cruise? ridiculous
i know. wish i could make it
go away. so here i am
stretched out flat, waiting for bliss
surrendered to wildflowers
pale scent, watching fickle clouds
changing dance partners above,
and then that song slips across
the border, blotting visions
of wood nymphs and fifty nine
t-birds, eternity and love,
the oneness of the cosmos.
so sit right back and you'll hear
a tale, the tale of a fate………..
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