magic evening

( naomi runs into the sunset)

(joe takes a mean photo. sorry about the digi. my old manny is outta film.)

(behind the house)

soft reflections in a cup of tea

the earth glistens

and

shimmers,

shimmering...
sunlight grows bright

behind dandelion down

golden; glowing.

spider's webs are

gossamer thread,

strung atop the blades of grass in celebration

in the sky are sparkles fairies, little flies catching the light,

day stretches on and on

now

silky strings from green worms hang from

leaves and

eaves

and clouds, swaying in the breeze, the light

sliding down it like streaking shooting stars

(like mysterious sliced bubbles)
hanging in celebration.

i swat away mosquitoes
like i would
wave to old friends,

"welcome back,"

the lavender is

brilliant

in this long

yellow

light
this season is me,
i match the earth and so does this little person in tie dye (gracias ames) squatting down blowing dandelions. he is in his own world, in this way we are together. the astronauts can see us

blended into the lush
vital green as lupin fills our nostrils.

carl gets his eagle at the last minute. mom and dad relax.

more to come. i think.