A funny thing happened on the way to Venus.
A trembling dandelion finally let go.
A horde of wicked wishes mingled with
innocent rubble and the resulting air
tasted of cotton candy- the good blue kind.
Shoes were shed. Fingers tingled.
We couldn’t stop touching each other.
All systems were in place by someone somewhere
sitting at a polished desk making giant decisions.
But there are places made for careful steps and there is this meadow.
We belong to green places, filled with the sweet hoax
of forever and rain.