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~