i was sad to see them
wrapped in plastic
after picking them
so freely in the fields
all those years ago.
a girl and her basket,
nose blushed by the sun,
ribbons snapping
in the wind,
mosquito bites and
the hum of bees
as golden light
cast shadows
across tall grass.
in the distance, laughter.
innocence, yet to be taken
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 