Thursday, January 27, 2011

Day 162, a truthful moment

There is sunshine and smiles
There is dancing and butterbean
Flesh with puffy red lips smiling at me
There are bitter leaves doing graceful
Somersaults across asphalt
And a subtle lemonade flavored sweetness
To this moment of waiting
There is peace and this is the truest part
Of my day, I'm surrendered to it. Completely
Sunken in like a Hollywood boulevard star
A day marking the solidity of what is
Without worry of what was or what will be

1 comment:

Maggie May said...

sumersaults across asphalt...