I marveled, suddenly, at all the leaves
softening skies and tickling eaves.
Was this lushness ever not so–
did barren trees bear shelves of snow?
Doors and windows for a half-year: sealed;
some weeks later, it’s all repealed?
Yay! but Emily says it better.
Old man walked by with a friend today.
His gimpy old beagle was eons past gray.
Nose to sidewalk and stomach swaying;
every few steps, an aged tremolo baying..
The dog, I mean; old man had a cell phone.
Cat rounded the garage on soft cat-feet
expecting it didn’t know what it may meet;
I pointed him out, we whispered the rest
as we moved to windows to view our guest.
He, smoky love with amber eyes
glancing up at us without surprise,
strode like a king under the driveway’d van;
when gone from view, daughter said, “Man —
we aren’t cat-starved or anything.”
..that I also may wax almost articulate over there —->
Scroll down this page for some chuckles, and recognizable thoughts.
I am waiting to like this one.
Perhaps you won’t. 🙂
If, like me, you drove home past pondlets full of brand new peepers screaming out their excitement on what will be the second consecutive night you’ll sleep without socks on, you may be feeling playful. A little Billy Collins is good with that.
If while being warmed
you’d like to feel swarmed,
toss one slice of bread near the blanket;
they will come if you toss it–
soon swarmed, I will posit:
from each other, 12 ‘gulls will yank it.
Do you thrill to large wings
so near eyes — all head things —
while oiled neighbors move off by 10 paces?
Close your eyes, with arms high,
let another piece fly–
the beach will gain back many spaces.