in the center
we enter in
outside
the doubters
grin
when touched
by the feather
of an eagle
tis a feeling
oh so regal
the wild grass
and leaping frogs
together
at last
sing vibrant songs
operation sun glow
in the mangrove
free form flow
for the love
of a lime
let it slide
from side
to side
slow
down
man
the stars
are alive
joy compose
roses grow
solid gold
old news
gets cold
warmth
from the bold
a splinter
in my finger
screams timber
there were seven masters
who had seven servants
who had seven children
who had seven teeth
they lived on seventy-seven acres
with seven equine
seven swine
and seven bovine
they hosted seven parties
every seven years
for seven guests
on the seventh day
of the seventh month
they spoke seven languages
seven times a week
for seven minutes each day
they wore seven different outfits
per week
seven hours each day
seven times
they knelt to pray
seven boys and girls
sang seven songs
each seven minutes long
they contributed seven dollars
from seven checks
for seven years
and bought seven loaves of bread
for seven families
from seven different villages
of seven different lands
they wrote the number seven
seventy times
every seventh day
at precisely seven seconds past midnight
once in july
in years
ending in seven
they heard seven trumpets
seven times
they painted seven different strokes
on seven canvases
using seven
different colors
resulting in blue
and sometimes purple
they had seven aunts
and uncles
who gave birth
to seven children
every seven hundred years
they soaked seven slices of bread
in seven ingredients
for seven point seven minutes
for seven days
and ate the aptly named bread
7
at a table which seated
seven times seven
seven chefs appeared
throughout
their seven lives
until one day they all
up and died