ELIZABETH

The dearest child I have ever known
Was Elizibeth Boyette*, my neighbor.
A little person, in years, only twelve,

In a cosmic garden, I hover

among lovely scented human flowers

glowing with divine essence,

they revel in self-awareness.

Vort ices

A little girl's silly laughter
a sound of swinging made
ice clinking in a glass
of homemade lemonade

My Grass and I

I heard a blade of grass

Whispering in the morning winds

As he and I lay amongst his friends.

And as we lay,

I stare into a lake of glass
an ocean of stars I wish would last

Dreams of drifting to new worlds
I enter the water as it begins