Sunny Day Love

[The love yroved w ! Yedig ih ahaa a las each morning for us, waki softly in its drying, warn blanketing embrace, but like children fooled by the falling curtain of peak-a=-boo hands, we who keep low to the soll like giggling grass have not the vantage to see reality as it is, truely: that the sun is what is planted like a great branching live oak,, that we of the spheres:encircle her like wild squirells and bees, that little Earth is what turns her face from that constant light of love like a child pursing her lips and throwing petulent looks this way and that to reject the silverware airplane or train ot mother's: homecooked love...»