getting some air
out toward Eminence a yellow cloud
spreads its mist like mirth handed out
by the paw-full at annual parades. the
sky blue water tower clashes with the
sky,
and a bat—no! hummingbird! heads
right
for the porch, but quickly to the
sugar
maples next door, their gaping
holes,
its own jewel greenness, a shock and
a gift.
sun oughta be going down by now, i express
my tranquilo bodice and breathe,
fireflies look lime in the light from
across the porch, i put up my feet
and lay down my fists.
You sound Thai.
ReplyDeleteHow I love Thai women.
They're so small...
yet, packa punch.
How I'd love
to meet you Upstairs, dear,
even if you're not Thai.
Gotta lotta tok about.
God bless your indelible soul.