As long as
there are little girls
with heart-shaped glasses
who are out there,
among the blackbirds and dandelions,
generously unwinding string
like floating rivers of silk,
as they put their butterfly-beating hearts
into the flying of a kite
on a windy spring day,
and as long as there are
mothers
standing nearby in the grass,
cheering them on,
speaking bright musical ribbons
of encouragement
which mainlines directly
into the butterfly-hearts
causing them to warm and flutter,
and the little girls
become equal parts sorceress and pilot
in commandeering sun-kissed flights
for the ages…
As long as there is this,
the world will continue
to exist as a marvelous fable,
restating its theme of simple joy
to a bated
and revolving audience.
John Biscello 