Just after the peak experience
Or not long after making love
Out on the highway
Somewhere between
The street and the sky
Old houses with flowered gardens
Mysterious celebrations
Untouched garlands just out of reach
In the soft haze of summer
Back beyond past centuries
Trinkets, fairies and geodesic domes
Flounce flared skirts
Tapes to the maypole twisted
With skips knowing of joy
The joy of unconditional love
Still time reflects on ever
As feet in dappled water
Out on the sandbank
Somewhere between
The neap and the tide
Still lines reflect now never
Meet my spangled saunter, wow
Out of the moment
Somewhere between
Where and why
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