Dance, flitter
amongst honeysuckle;
take refuge in
the cascading vanilla sea,
the briar patch is nigh,
and if a second-long glimpse
justifies
an eternity
of
halting
screeching
reeking
sweet smell of a daydream
then fall,
flutter,
dance
amidst the honeysuckle.
Author notes
Written September 7th, 2006
