Intrusion of Thought
Cushioned with green, warmed by the sun
Blue sky above, clouds on the run
Clovers three, with luck four clusters
Sharing laughs and belly busters
Pulling grass to make thumb whistles
Picking flowers avoiding thistles
Grasshoppers jumping blade to blade
Soaking up sun, avoiding shade
Ladybug, red, on a daisy’s white petal
Flies away as the heart back peddles
“He loves me” was the last petal plucked
“Does he really?” the intrusive thought struck
© Debra Squyres
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