I stepped too close
to the snapdragon fanglers,
they swept me off my feet
and tickled me spectacular.
Then tossed me to a fuzzy fern
which frazzled my thereafter.

I leaned too near
to the honeysuckle whiskers,
they swept fragrance into my face
and pollened me peculiar.
Then tripped me into a mint melange
which made me burst into laughter.

I danced too far
into the forest sunflowered,
they swept me up high to the sky
and novaed me intercellular.
Then trusted me with circular form
which will last into the hereafter.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/5/04