cobble me a fig leaf,
scatterings of white blooms
upon fresh scent of summer rain
i'll find a song
stuck in my head, running
loose, a kite bowling over grey clouds
while whipping up
dessert of fruits and ice-cream
nothing is spoiling my day!
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, with host De Jackson. This is a 44 word post with the chosen word: COBBLE. See you at 3pm EST.