Let’s make a prairie you said 

and we walked into the stony field

here’s violets you said 

 

I reached my hand 

into the air here’s daisies 

I said you took 

 

my hand we made more of everything 

milkweed wildflowers 

we tied a ribbon 

 

to a stand of trees you said 

ferny things and I laughed 

we didn’t forget about the foxes 

 

the sky was pinned down 

in places the moon 

was so thin we could see the blue 

 

through it we were finished 

and a little hungry 

and God saw that it was 

 

but we walked home 

without waiting 

for the answer 

 

tomorrow you said 

what shall we make tomorrow 

I said yes

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