Driving downtown I noticed on the hillside
a smattering of blue among the green.
Realized that the blue bells were flowering.
My mind drift away from my derisive thoughts to
The innocent of childhood when we,would pick buttercups,
Hold it gently to each other’s throats, then ask,
do you love me.Now 40 years have flown past
as elusive as a butterfly flitting from shrub to shrub
I think Of those moments, when we would sit contented
huddled in a ramshackle tent, though to call it a tent would be
To believe it wasn’t just our mothers bed sheet, but in gazing
at bluebells flowering upon the hillside all derisive thinking is cast aside.
the memory of a childhood buttercup pressing gently
into the nave of my neck, I remember, indeed I remember
laughter and gaiety rarely heard today bubbling forth
from my belly and know, that today is a good day
to be alive and driving downtown.
