Mary

Mary a
Merry go rounds jubilee
May flies being born in the streams
martens run along the pine needle mints
Melodies in the river-surrounded air
Married to the soil
Martyr’d with the lions
Carry her burdens I’ll an’
Ferry her ‘cross the idlest lakes

Cherry flavored words
Bear runin’ from bees
Mayr’s never-ending thesis
Very cold summer rains
Stairs running up the confines of her mind
Mercantile ports with goods being trade

May day comes, check for me if her hair of threads
Lays down over her rounded breasts
May I describe her thoughts like
Mars un-explored
Metric system wreaking havoc
Mar is sea in Spanish

May her laughter liberate like
Mares in the running wind