THE MISTY BURR
The spiky soft trimmed grass
Pokes my nape of the neck
An ant bite you -know- where
The cobalt clouds cruise
dispassionately
Like me languidly lazing to
go to school
I watch each incandescent
mass of water breath
Like a imperial parade
A cavalcade
A caravanserai
an unhurried mesmerizing show
I dreamily shift my legs
On atop the other
Don my purple glares
The blur begins
To wiggle her bluey white butt
what once was a vision
Wow! is real to me
By shyla