Moonlight wisely peered at our circle Glancing through the shadowed trees. Tangles of bristles Wove their way into this Mangled clump of gray Whom we offered the gift of our greatest breath. Sweet rushes of crisp air adorned in this Acquired taste of suffering and healing Swooshed from the icy North Fluttered from the flourishing East Washed in from the sun-baked South Sprinkled down from the fiery West. With each building breath Soft quakes of pale Smoke rattled from the Crumbling extremities of this Cradle of hemlock. Exhalations of our buried bile Our joys Our loathings Our triumphs Our grievances Dissipated into the ether Their departure provoked by the Smoke, sparks, soaring flames As the moonlight trailed through the forest Shyly joining our stomping dance. Our fiercly tranquil Clumsily, yet beautifully woven Patchwork of
It was one of those days Bright sunshine illuminating Misty, banana-yellow, dandelion-hued, sunflower-rayed beams That danced A delicate, floating dance To a fragile, fluttering rhythm On this towering patch of crag, this scalloped stone Hollowed gray
With battered hands and feet I reached and tweaked my Way up the slightly slanted statue of sturdy stone I strained Extending every flimsy string of each muscle in my short limbs
A cluttered cluster from some Climbing camp clambered in Evenly coursing their way up And down this scalloped stone
Nevertheless I reached for this stubby knob A rippling wave in the rock Sprouting from one greater layer I strained for the elephant’s trunk Meandered all the way up and Bounced down Blissfully oblivious to the Elephant in the room that Took no form of a curving bulge of stone
Like the jumpy bumblebee That tap dances on your forearm Fuzzy clumps of fat stripes Flitting away in surprise at the honk The grueling, cluttered, abrupt honk Of the school bus, slowing as it Flashes its shining layers of paint The color of sunshine sprinkling down Misty beams of radiation Soft rays the delicate, bouncing hue of Bright banana peels Fresh, blissfully absent of those Repulsive brown splotches That match the dirt caking our hands Although we know that soon Enough vivid fireworks of sunshine Will burst from this damp darkness Sunflowers dwindling taller than the ether Spiraling around the heart of the sun The heat of the sun crashes and boils down As time calls for a glass A foggy, multi-faceted Pleasingly luxurious Kind of glass that clumsily sloshes around That brightness of lemonade The brightness that inspires a twinkle in your eye
