But at last I do know one thing for sure
That most glorious rebellious babe last spring.
She alone on the same page
Last spring - the most sublime weather for a century.
One hundred days more or less of more or less
Unbroken sunshine.
And she about to be told the one place best of all to enjoy it
But of course she must be she and get in the way
of what should be
But had she joined me
where butts can be bared to every ray
as should have happened in a sane and just universe
I would not yesterday
I just would not
yesterday
And that is what justice means.
And poetry.
basically bubbled up.
