Water lilies

your subtle beauty, 

your softness,

your smooth finish.

one could make from you 

in a few moments venus de milo or rushmore

or something rough in the style of rodin 

Tell me we'll be ten forever 

and I'll ride my scooter to your house 

every day, and never learn 

not to trip over the crack on your driveway. 

i, like many poets, have wondered a million times what it would be like to be a bird: soaring high above the trees, unburdened by life's banal worries. something primal and free.