jovial sun

breaking claws in my fingers

and nibbling on stone's

i see swift feet

i see a braided crown

and a glow to a face

beaming like the jovial sun

queens jestor

miracle of life

dazed and confused

one finds clarity

like a bumblebee on the windsheild

still holding on for the ride

until he goes flying in the wind

and navigates like a jet pilot

glaring through his ski goggles

looking for his pollen flower

to place on her crown