opening the near-empty
refrigerator of star dust,
i catch the sun rolling over.
i see my mama's bosom: a left hand.
her right balancing a mountain
of strawberries in her sunbonnet.
barber shops filled with old men
who are giving out bushels of smiles
while the lips of the universe are near-shut.
yet, just enough rain slips through for a grin;
then a cue from stage left: act like you are not.
as a righteous woodpecker tunnels a hole in the air.
Thank you for sharing a part of your life with us out here. The trip into your memory lane was quite fascinating.. aloha..;-0
this is teeming with lovely metaphor, a very rich read, indeed just enough rain slips thru for a grin..for instance. i thank you, for your work