Luck and folly.

(April, poetry month. Number two. Luck and folly.)

Luck and folly.

I told the Wisconsin River. Thank you for this beautiful day.

I watched beautiful Kathy dance on the rocks, allowing the river water to touch her feet.

I told the blue sky above me, thank you for the Iron Mountain girl kisses and the perfect day.

Dear Kathy, in bra and panties sitting by the flowing river and she told me.

Johnnie, sometimes we must know luck and folly. Easy life, boring life leave us yearning for more.

Please come to me and tell me, I am the only girl, you love.

I went to her and I sat with her. Allowing the river water to caress my legs and feet.

She put her strong and powerful legs across my lap, and I caressed them and I told her.

Thank you dear Kathy for your time and showing me the Wisconsin river.

You are the reason, I can smile. You are my wild wolf who cannot be tamed.

You taught me money is fine, but we need laughter and good whiskey.

She rosed up and she danced on the rocks, and she reached for the sun.

She looked at me with kind and gentle eyes and she told me.

Johnnie, work is not life. We need the deep forest, the Great Lakes and the long rivers.

We need to love nature, and we need to know the kindness of love and friendship.

Please dear Johnnie, let’s leave the ugly world behind us.

Swim in the peace of dear nature.

John