Pokadot toes
in pink and black
like little
sensitive beans
ticklish
and delicate
and even
more sensitive
than soft bellies
put on display
but never
to be touched
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