Here
I gaze at an inspired sky
Clouds of satin, gossamer breezes
Smoke tango on a dance floor of firmament blue
Tendrils rise as marionettes on kite strings
To greet the open arms
Of memory
This thought
Keeps every fallen leaf
From the briar
Subdues the gravity
Within the situation
Narrows the discrepancy
Of satisfaction
Between a blown kiss
Give me
Your wayward zephyr
Symphonies of spring corollas
Come to fruition
In the wake
Of a swaying baton
