"Sticky Fingers"

Anxiously I reach for it....
slowly touching.
Carefully unwrapping it with shaky hands as I toss the rapper in the garbage.

Daintily nibbling as I saunter on to my private window box of the world.

Feeling the juice dripping slowly down my fingers....
sending goosebumps up my arms.

Cooling my mouth.
Tantalizing my taste buds, and awakening my tongue.
Those little bumps of strawberry flavor...creating refreshing images in my mind.

With sticky fingers, and a grin on my face.
I sit and watch the world go round.

Feeling it all, just taking it all in.

The sun, the clouds,
the wind and rain...
the birds sailing away...
grass growing under my feet.
People laughing and smiling at each other....
and wave...

Others rushing and running to and foe.

While I sit peacefully in the sun mixed with clouds, light wind and rain...

On a hot mid summers afternoon.
Dripping....sweating...and eating my popsical away....
sticky fingers.....