bees

Oh

he's the bees knees

the tops of the trees

everything everyone

else has said and

yet I say it best.

Consequently I

have the words to pour

like a daydream onto the sand

a sock hop love

here I am

written syllables one two three

all of love

toward the man.

And what a strange way

love

but life is free

to take us that way

my love is in between

the lines and amongst

the grass and you

can taste it as it grows