my ass
is far too bony
for quiet moments
sitting on
uncomfortable rocks
but the
gentle breeze
seduces me
to linger
for just a bit longer
watching
the clouds dance
and sparrows fly
“don’t eat
the yellow flowers”
my mother
once said
as we weeded
the garden
but I think
she was
talking about
scotch broom
and tansy
not dandelions
and mustard flowers
The fort sits high
with a view
of the sky
among brambles
and briar
and if you sit
very close
and stay
very quiet
you can hear
the shuffle
of movement
and
playful laughter
from inside