Borrowed rays seep through
twisted sails of dreamy blue,
tangled up in the clothesline.
You and me
we like a bee,
nibblin’ on uncle’s muscadine vine.
Worm dangles on hope’s hook
bobber dips, fish took
plans cast on my fishing line.
Red as a beet
in summertime’s lazy heat,
dreaming on lemonade sweet.
I is yours and you is mine,
cuz friends is hard to find.
We wouldn’t take a dime
for our wishin’ time.
The Thread Is Red 