They asked questions. Simple minds of young boys and girls. There in the pools of algae water and dragon dreams.

A spider perched upon the right shoulder was a question asked by itself.

“What is your favorite rock band?” and in reply his answer fit just as so many questions at once.

“What is your name,” he asked

Robin

“Robin what?”

So fun in the dance as the waters splashed. Holding the spray with eyes closed, listening to those so many questions asked.

My name? Funny he should ask, so in reply a picture speaks so subtle, so silent, and it was so wonderful he asked.