Playing Scarves

Tomorrow early morning I come to the set

various herbs and more various bumble bees and wasps,

where the first sun shine merry bunch

dewy leaves, grass on which I stand barefoot.

We'll play games cheerful black witches and fantasy,

first love among us will secretly celebrate,

young bees, ants and store them wedding guests

a fragrant breeze hair overwhelm them.

Summertime is, there won't be cars

that would hinder us smoggy fumes

event at which I was always on call,

saw the glorious game of the hidden scarves;

that is when you guard your property all

as well as someone trying to break down.

You must well know kicks receiving,

and must not be handed to the grass, bearing down.

I'm the one in this game always loses

because either my scarves do not keep very

but just watch that I do not kneel bug

that is buzzing around me like a feather easily.

Mother then will call us at breakfast,

the smell of fine bread, juice and vitamins

we will take a fortune glossy banner

while everyone else follows the movie in theaters.

Then comes the red sun with dolls,

secret meetings about rare shrubs

easier to find when darkness falls

and when bugs rush like lightning.

Late in the evening still talk to fat jokes,

no one knows that love has found its home

who faithfully keeps his prey delicious.

I'm just an observer in this society

because to me there is a shelf for a rainy days

which is full of secret hints and tips,

even how dawn to wait for dawn

and to withstand the temptations of one's call.

06/26/2014. 08:21