Maybe climb the hayrack
Sit in contemplation
Have a well brewed pot of tea
Thousands of times upon the waking
In or out of halfway dreams
Where could the bare breast have came from
Heaven is to only knowExtrapolations; spent-fuel, misfired imaginations
Overheard presentations, tree top lined incantations
A single star, in a sky at once so far away
Before a slow red sunrise, at the turn of the weary day
Plagued by indecision, fearful of derision
Indebted to the men of youthful circumcision
All across the frost filled groundsAll the way to fanciful minds
Thoughts plaid full, to the very brim, of silken mound
a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link