When it hurts too much

Imagination is a marvelous thing

Who needs people when the birds singing, the sun shining,

the clouds dancing and the wind in your hair

make for the best of friends?

The pines laugh with me 

as I slurp the strawberry sauce 

on my naughty three-tiered ice cream 

Palms wave hello

as I stroll by clapping yachts 

lightfootedly by the pier