they seemed to have been worry-faced for so long
concerned about the one
taking up the rear.
lost in those curiouses
the far-away gaze on his face.
starry-eyed questioning
pink-cheeked inquires
(if only to the sky)
what if what if what if-
to the grass that sung as she walked through
to the air that beat as they took up the pace
to the trees that raised their hands as he passed along
in the return
they found their worry naughtful
as this one now took up the lead~
