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some weeks later, it’s all repealed?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.”
Scroll down this page for some chuckles, and recognizable thoughts.
(Thus, do I sit in smilish wonder, while nations face being rent asunder. —Relax)
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.
Like a mound of marbles,
it one day cannot hold;
the height becomes width
It can be built again,
There’s another medium
— strong, wild-winged;
never to build me upon,
but perhaps, now, ascent.
on the hoodie
and on the outstretched hand.
The hoodie can’t feel it–
the solid satisfying smack of clean:
the high hello of fellow clouds,
or the bath after birth
in every storm?
Here is my hand..
my head and feet, too.
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.