Her lips slip like perfume under waiting stars

I’m trying to trigger up a romance here

While walking out the door

While looking for my mind

My child’s mind scattered into branching limbs

There was something that I wanted

Oh yes

To tell her

Eyes sparkled a soul like distant meadow flower garden; her goodness radiates like heaven café- a place I actually been!

So perfect and strangely bespok...

Scantron? Really? I’m to fill these thin boxes with the correct letter. Future impending. Scant Ron, scant rhyme; slant rhyme. But this has nothing to do with Algebra2. My music is music; or the broad meadow of words and embodied play; the longer I sit the longer I crumple. Uncrumple me, fail me- again....