Comes A Wishin’ Time

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.

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