Just a Second, Mable Applebee

I'll meet you in the backyard with chinaberries and tea with cut-offs on and marigolds and photographs to be We'll dig a trench and tunnel We'll run through sprinklers too We'll tangerine the afternoon until the sky is blue The world will whirl around us the summer bolting by We'll lay on woolen blankets and blow kisses at the sky We'll plant another fig tree and push around our thoughts 'till they all line up in obedience and produce the goods they've brought If you will speak a story then I will hum a song and maybe the birds on the back phone line will fly on down and sing along If we can muse the day light to bite a chunk off the moon then maybe the day will unravel away on this perfect afternoon...