Poem for her 315

Dear Readers,


Shoulders

Of the road where we stopped to look
At wildflowers seen from the car

Of hers there under my fingers
Held there as I move her into
A long dance step
With spin and kiss

Of the path where a photo
Is about to be taken
Of her feet or
Her hands
And something
Interesting
To display with them

Of hers there with hair on them
As I brush her hair out
And then help her
Put it into a braid

Of hers as there I paint
Some solution
To
Lick off

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.