we may throw snowballs beneath showers of cherry blossoms;
put speakers by the pond to waltz across the water-lily pads;
strip off and swim in a field brilliant with poppies;
stand thigh-deep in the crook of a river collecting scintillations,
bring them home gleaming magnificent in a jam-jar;
walk that trail of moonlight all the way to the opposite shore;
climb the clouds towering Himalayan above the horizon;
run on feet of wheels when our heads are light with happiness;
live in the landscape that appears in the rear-view mirror.
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