|Butterfly kisses||today we all wear|
clothing made of rice paper
naked in Spring rain
|with the sounds of birdsong, squirrel-taunting and woodpecker labor,|
|Eat some chocolate|
Paint a self portrait
Using only finger paints
Dance in the garden
Wearing only your
Pink bunny slippers ...
|butterfly's "kisses" alone, unanalyzed,|
are enough for me.
no gift from god need be explained;
|[ Poems in full ]||Looking from my window this morning, I saw that my petunias had bloomed in spite of the slugs...|