a peep

that was a brief visit

to heaven; just a peep

i should say, into the garden

in which the only work

is much play

and harvesting to eat

to be gaudy

and gay

enjoying the caretaker’s labor!

for sure, i never planted it prior

making me feel

as if i was there to steal

but the sturdy warden

had a smile

as a bird that alighted

on my shoulder too

place and people sure did woo

for me to stay

to continue my play

but i did change my mind, my way

henry victor      15.04.2007