not that I can

but I would whisk you away

to the kingdom of

trees and leaves

to play in the flowers and

along the

chrysanthemum trail

to have bits of sun

as we skip to a lunch

of jam and ladyfingers

doing our best

to frolic

in the classiest way possible

singing silly songs

sometimes

and smooching in shade

made by

the tallest elm

and making warmth

in each others

delicate embrace