Poem for her 598

Dear Readers,



Part 1


she was there in the park with her bike and was pausing for a breath
the book was light she had found it in that stack she always checked
returns that day those arriving that she'd not see till next week
or ever if she missed them here, there was that colorful cover
the paisley patterns in non conforming colors and then the designs
inside there were chapters on how to draw them how best to color them
how to grow more of them with simple formulas and then the contest
in the back which she didn't think she even enter it but she could
dream while looking out at the stars and dreaming of other things
Other things and still others.........


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.