WHEN I WAS... (The Dash Between The Dates)



i can hear the wind blow
and only i know
what it whispers
to the bees buzzing
in the grass watching
magical dandelions
blow away
bound for nowhere . . .

. . . and everywhere
as i follow up through
the emerald lace to
the sun's scattered diamonds
amidst alabastrine silhouettes
sailing lazily away
with acrobats sky dancing
in a show just for me . . .

. . . breezing , i can remember
when i was small and running
with arms spread wide and high
away for who knew where
and i don't really think
now or then or ever
purposely landing and planting
somewhere or anywhere . . .

. . . but here as i meld
with the brown , patient earth
i'm accepting i was
the sum of my experiences
deemed good and called bad
said right and viewed wrong
when i took and what i gave
of all i did  ~ and didn't do . . .

. . . so this will be the dash
between the dates of my time
as i drift outward , upward and onward
for who knows where
while in the grass
the bees still buzz
watching magical dandelions
blowing away , far away . . .

. . . bye bye , lion dandy flying
all ways and for ever


















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