This, the covenant
That arrived on the lightning
Of yesternight’s storm

This, the covenant
That arrived on the lightning
Of yesternight’s storm
Show them unknowingly
Your daughters and sons
Worry
Neglect
Then expect they’d protect
The value of carefree
The wonder of fun
There is nothing like this
Over the rainbow
Under the Sun
Sonny, (I can call you that because I’ve grey and am much older than you)
You don’t look like a man who’dve (proper grammar? I surely don’t care)
Said what you said (but you said it, and it stole my heart)
In Chapter 25 (chapter twenty-five., to be precise)
Or even a man who’dve been able to “focus” this long (though you lay claim to seeing its virtue, so I’ll believe you)
Given the amount of time (I’ve spent more than my fair share of it and secretly believe it’s ubiquitous)
And number of exhalations I know (I know) it took away
From your habitual daydreaming (I’ve a penchant for it, too)
I could (sadly, I will) continue sharing unrequited love-jabs here
But it’s late and the (glorious, but damned) mosquitoes have made their entrance
So I laugh (always — most often at myself), and tuck your bookmark (thanks) in my bra strap (ha) instead of your book (your book, bravo) and go inside for the night (and, how dare you quote Whitman?!)
Goodnight (goodnight)
You, women and girls
Ever Sunrises, Sunsets
Metaphors galore
Total and true
The moment and its love for life
Anchored and adorned
The breath with its friend, the flower
You could be a songbird
It’d be okay
Sing in any octave
Sing throughout the day
I stay in prayerful quiet
Only God can hear
A lifetime filled with harmony
A songbird in my ear
I wish you away
The Valentine’s Day
50 pounding headaches ago
I
Sanely spoke
I
Tread purposefully
I
Smiled, generally
Hope was automatic
The mirror and I, friends
I walked free of you then
Spring forward to Saturday
This happy day
Rearview mirrors ripped away
Now comes Springtime
Again
I cheer weird
Arms, akimbo
Eyes, alight
Crazy-vocal vocal chords
People shush me
Wish to hush me
But they know who’s the go-to
When they wish for a true-blue friend
They know who to see
When, at the bottom of the deep blue sea
They need to believe again
Themselves, befriend
Inhibition-free, unapologetically
Cheerleader me
Do you think back on which days were warm
It was eternally morning
No clock messing with you
11:11am, all the time
Arms overhead
Clear head
Carefree
What’s with all the ice, now, too early to the party
All the shutdowns
All roads some surprise mess
5:55pm, and always grey
Sunrise, where are you
Please rise
Sun
A shame on my skin,
You. Fragrant and permanent.
I pray you away.