#6 1969

to penny

to penny
my thoughts in river seasons flow
my times for flowers in laughter blow
found wound in glancing towers
in one light last procrastinating camelot
thats ours
in last world sunshine hot against a garden wall
from the first wet garden world

to penny i unfurl my face in every place throw lashes of loved things from a love bite there leave finger fancies tracing in your hair

to penelope
i say i look i smile
i give my heart
today but every day