my collar of the flower
hawiian shirt
flaps in the wind
as i sit up on the bike and
enjoy the gravity of route 3
buttercups
white and yellow daisies
and what i guess to be orange asters
but what do i know
my collar floats and the kids
at the school seem extra happy
that summer has arrived
this is the moment
my morning ride to work
this is my world
your beauty is my metaphor
for every flower that
i want to kiss as i spin
with my collar fluttering
This makes me long for spring. I love the crisp days when the wind wakes me up to budding flowers. Good job.
Jessica