The Wish

7.1.06

Yellow acacia leaves

carpet the ground

like millions of sperm

illuminated by electron microscope.

They waft imperceptibly as feet

trample their delicate fabric,

while ankles welcome the soft caress.

The dewy cushion glows neon

inviting toes to dip into the petal pond,

while its huge mother tree shades a sand box

and breezes cool the air.

The grass welcomes the fallen

buds like an outstretched hand

awaiting the kiss of a loved one.

So light, the flowers swirl

in tiny whirlpools

and drift against the tree trunk

in drifts, here and there.

Would that they could gather together

and, like a cape, sweep around

bare shoulders

in the dark, black night.