Simple pleasures

Let us float together,
you and I,
two blossoms of white
drifting on a sea of green...
and if your neck is curved
where mine is straight,
and if the grass you choose is brown
when I prefer the green,
and if you're looking down
while I look up and out,
let's not forget
our similarities --
the environment we share,
our ability to stretch our wings and soar,
the simple pleasures
of song and wind,
of paddling about in liquid joy.


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