a corner... mine only

feeling the warm touch
of the grains of sand.
submerged finger,
by finger,
and then washed my face
in the spring water
wiping it
with flower towels

lay down again,
nothing could be better,
perhaps a garden
like Eden
with a hoard of Eve's
chasing me around.
oh... staying there,
behind the bushes,
suffocating activity...

Adam, wake up!
Picnic is ready