you took my hand
and led me
to the bright lime hoop
- the elm flowers
encircling the ageing gold of dandelions
who is buried here? you ask
it's not a sad place
i say into the crew-cut wind
the dirt isn't disturbed
you both observe
and in relief you skip away
i remember your message to burglars
woven out of crabapple blossoms
in the chicken-wire gate
the whimsy of children
Out of the Cave 
If only.
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🙂
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I did something like this too as a kid- creating what I thought was a burglar deterrent out of flowers!
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Did you?! I thought it was so sweet. Such an unfriendly message but so beautiful! 🙂
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What a sweet idea. Crew-cut wind! Inspired! 👍
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Thanks. 🙂.
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You are welcome, as always. 🙂
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I could almost hear children giggling as I read this poem. Lovely.
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Thanks, Ulle. They’re so creative. Always surprising me. 🙂
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Absolutely charming, Worms.
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Thanks, Misky. 🙂
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