(a re-do for a friend)



always laughing

play fighting,
wrestling
running through the fields acting like children

you were so much fun then….

never needing much more than
a good pair of cross trainers
or the steamy comfort of
a good kiss

the sugar cane;
harvested
and looking a little less useful,
lay on the fertile soil that gave it life

certainty uprooted
your category five saw to that...

my pride
my emotions
my life
my future
my heart
my soul
my mind

these have become your seven favorite toys

and doll?

like the cane stalks
i am tired of fighting the wind
perhaps i too
will take a rest...

and succumb to the langoliers

Awesome!

thank you kind sir

thanks kev

no prob... (D)

im a quiet rabbit today

that you are...