like Keith, i kissed the stars;
they were so close, i had to.

coyotes yapping, drunk college kids
glorying in their swill and sex;
irking the fireflies, who themselves
were looking for love; blinking: off on.

lizards scurrying from roadrunners;
roadrunners wary, alert for rattlers;
overhead Vultures ready to clean
the carcus of meat, flesh, leaving bones.

and i can hear the symphony; God's music.
the strings bring us the rising sun;
the tympany section rumbles "awake, awake;"
as we don our new day--a baby to care for.

bassoons lull us into the soft saxes;
they themselves kick-start the woodwinds
and finally we're all on the dancefloor;
a whirl of a skirts blaze in unison.

the conductor puts down his baton;
he is needed no more, the day is off
and running; the perpetual movement
made-so by the engine of life.

the teacher said i could sit down.
i wasn't through with what i did
on my Spring Break, so i doodled.
listened to a girl's grandma visit.

03/25/2009

Posted on 03/25/2009
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