III.
I drink water from the stream above the road,
Get it in my special cup
That is white and blue with flowers on the side.
Eric made the dent in the bottom but I can't complain,
He washed it out in the lake for me when I was too tired.
It was night and the moon was next to Mars.
I think of the sky when I use my cup.
Hummingbirds dart around my head.
I told them I am not a flower,
But they insist on buzzing by
To see if my sweatshirt tastes like nectar
Early in the morning, I pick marsh marigolds in the wet meadow.
I find them between the streams that run through the grass.
A mule deer hides her nose close to the ground.
I wonder if she is looking for shooting stars
That fell here the night before.
