Thank You And Please

Let the dandelions grow there. Of wet and of wildness, O let them be left. O, let them be left, wildness and wet, Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.

the right look better than a kiss

a direct hit not as suggestive as a near miss

a taunting tease

a mazed mouse in search of cheese

a vice with an insatiable squeeze

pressing in with weary knees

fluent in,  "thank you"

stuttering, "please"

Author's Note

“My thanksgiving is perpetual' “I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite – only a sense of existence.” - Thoreau