Huddle umbrella
peddle, with all four legs that sing
the same grass popper I wander in
lawnsail in a sinking
chair my travel
friend could sit
on it's back abdomen
thrush spine and be
fairly certain hops
was capering the rain

it's just a hide from what we need
shade some carnal
into the floating air flower
wearing pollinated sun
blocks spot yellowing
insect fur you're in the flower
have the honey sting
my girl grid braids
and I'll show you.