every now and then
we return to paradise
with eyes wide open
just before dusk
there we both smile
there a little mole is hiding
in a pumpkin patch
among the perfect apple orchard
subtle tones of sunshine are all around
just the right shade on every side
all is wide open for viewing
its landscape even has one peach
and so we feast and nibble
laying and relaxing
you gaze at the heavens
i leer at the glistening horizon
its supple hills
with lofty pillows billowing beyond
are adorned with soft raspberries
i reach for one with an arm stretched out
you grab my hand to stay grounded
we feel the wind hover over us
chilling the skin
climbing higher and higher
there, at the peak we each find rest
then you ask
would you like to come inside now?
it's your turn
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