i sang tangerine
tune-summer ending bursting
green fields of your heart
we laughed running through
ivory key-feet swiftly: chasing
life down into her brook of water
toe-tipped dipping prose :: you
are me and i am Y((ou))
writing poetry inked by leaves
we took the tree to task
and she gave her leaf of
color for the book we write
the words of our love
no: oh, tell it to
the world — they may never
care! for P O E T R Y
:: 08-21-2015 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 