"Express it in Eight" Poems written mostly for me, for fun and for anyone who drops by. |
| I launched a breath captured in an iridescent sphere. It floated over the flowered field. The dandelions nodded their heads, the switchgrass bowed deeply. It burst in a butterfly kiss upon striking Queen Anne in her lace, with a Monarch on her face. Queen Anne's lace is a favorite wildflower of Monarch butterflies who lay their eggs in it. |