Vernal dews sledge under obedient light
Thru our narrative orchid.Then
We travel to north and the sun never hurts
Between us. The candid pollens don't fondle curiosity
And we let the sandpiper play our short serenade
" Oh can't you read my madcap nerve"
The moist wind gives us shelter.
Obviously the leaves won't mind
When we undo a little secret.