midnight moon come a howling
so went outside to find out
what the commotion was all about ….
heard bed springs bouncing back and forth
as the night was indeed in full flight,
came back inside where my intimate stranger
yet very close companion of the moment winked
and i winked back ….
all the rest of what happened is secretly filed
under the heading “Fourth Of July”
anytime of year
not just for the sake to communicate
but to stand in unison along with multilayered flavors
rising above an illusional grey sky,
to taste sunshine ….
raindrops below begin whispering aloud,
” nourish this planet so life can flourish right now ….
because this planet and right now is what we have in common
for momentary reasons still yet to be discovered. ”
dusty pages gathering as brand new revelations sprout about
in a roundabout kind of way ….
growth is miraculous
the mirror is always there
staring back with a glaze of its own
observational reactions determine
that a wrinkled shirt has witnessed scars
even the keenest of vision can see
silence sometimes will grow
before the stand is delivered
through a megaphone on full blast
broken glass seems to provide motivation
for each and every knuckle sandwich
sporting extra mustard.