jennie any stretched out upon
the dawning green of sad mad lawns
the sun eclipsed island hair
tossing turning in winded stares

all looking for anything wanting more
expect the less at jennie's door
of fragrant springs as she reads implores
jennie any is she something more?

her pages turned as magic lends
to captured fantasies they send
minds in spiraling hopeless awe
jennie's thoughts they dare to saw

future in her those shifting plots
jennie any always different sought
than minds of authors than lawns of spring
jennie any-- a short summers fling