WIld Field

 

Baby buddhas bounce

near dandelions

I hear them whisper

(I’ve noticed a propensity for

giggling)

they often talk of tigers

or cupcakes on jungle safaris

they prefer lamplight

moonlight

the limelight

their bellies beg to be rubbed-

 

the dandelions beg for wind:

they like to watch bluebells bob

we like the way chrysanthemums sway-

            we forget the names of many flowers

but memorize their petals

then hand them copper keys

to wear around their neck

Reviews

[Nykkiicia Cion]

copper keys? i love the poem, but not so sure wat u refer to here...enlighten me?