flashes of scattered sunlight
reflected off an asphault plane
children argue then giggle
ancient ones soak their feet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
glaziers ripped the terrain
mountains formed against the sky
the formula is very simple
toss the bottle caps and break away
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a child once assailed me ''what is love''
i responded trust is the first degree
and from that trust friendship then love
what i really meant----was drinking buddies
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
in a villiage just to the south of hell
is where i spent my vacation read youth
nowadays i bank on getting older
so that i can be young again
by ritt