Resistance Is Useless

resistance is useless

like a fountain in the rain

buttercups on toast and burnt-water tea

  sledding on the milky   way           

breathless chants   on a warm night   too close to the fire

sleepless days at the play ground

or when light blue is caught    wearing white fluffy polka dots

but mostly

dropping  the giggle bottle –

and trying     to catch the ones that got away