Laila

Remember when you met me in the woods?

You wore that red. A basket was in your hand.

You came at dawn. I said, “What brings you out

So early in the morning, little girl?

Come with me. Let daddy take you home.”

I saw you in the woods another time.

It was at night. I saw you in the trees

Swaying under the blue moon.

You looked at me. You smiled and said, “What brings a gentleman

Such as yourself around these gentle parts?”

I said, “I love you. Be my mother please.”

You laughed. You’re laughing still. You’re laughing now.

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