Sunshine Children
we the children walk through warm southern forest flowers and sunshine rivers and fun
we chance to find a bozo dash and find the road draw him in and break the ghost to ground
we drive up on ahead and he follows close behind the small ones up through the window one by one and through the little girl last, the heaviest
and the rest run down the tunnel bright lit by firefly light, out to the field of ocher grass and marigold sunlit light
shining through dreamy eyeglass eyes in waves of floating streaks of rainbow