once upon a time, in my sweet backyard, <br />there were rows and rows of flowers. <br />i used to play in the flowers as a child, <br />in my sundress that fluttered like a butterfly. <br /> <br />spinny, spinny, spinny spin. <br /> <br />i was a flower zephyr. <br />i suckled the sweet sweet mole asses from the <br />huge firm trees in my back yard <br />and fondly i came again. <br /> <br />but then, <br />the logging company behind my house <br />set my neighborhood on fire <br />and the flowers burned like <br />embers in fire during the winter. <br /> <br />and i cried, i cried, oh i cried like <br />the waterfall that puts out the flames of desire and lust. <br />and maple syrup. <br /> <br />~fade to black~ (black...black...black...it's an echo, you see.)<br /><br />J.L. French<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/la-danse-dans-les-fleurs/
