Blue, blue sky
Lime green
Pine needles
Painted toenails
Ankle bracelet
No more than a g-string
A fence line to the woods
What would you want
With us in the woods
A sparrow, or let’s say
Its Ibizan equal
Sits on the wire
I am thirteen again
When to play in the woods
Was to play in the woods
No more to it than that
No hidden inventive
No subterfuge of any kind
