Trouble waits at the doorstep when doves fear to fly. The possibility to soar when electrons collide and scientists become heroes. People watch through windows overlooking front patios. Days go by and moons wane for a chance to cross the welcome mat.
It's wearisome outrunning this normalcy that litters my path with platitudes. Nymphs frolic in a field of roses somewhere I want to be. Where droplets of dew on green blades reflect morning sunlight. Late risers get the morning news from chirping birds whose melodies echo dreams past.
Astute listeners may worry over being heard from time to time.
Grimy street corners and an opulent facade splendidly macabre in tarnished gold and sweaty palms. In the dense air decisions must be made.
The crisp air blows clarity enough to pull up the jacket collar for the old man strolling at the park. He sees his past clearer without the dust of regret that hot days bring. Or the frenzy of kaleidoscopic emotions that simmer in summer months like a swarm of bees. His path … Continue reading Crisp Clarity
A sticky sweet smell hangs in the air as the crisp breeze abates. A shepherd, some workers, and a white-tailed rabbit like actors in a silent film amble without rush. The sun blankets the morning dew. There is no beginning or end between sips of warm coffee.
A symphony of groaning frogs greets my arrival as I step through the damp night. I peer over the top level of the parking garage searching for a creek or marsh to explain this daily midnight oddity but find no answers. Soon, tired glances betraying hearts of gold will cling to the consolation of … Continue reading Night Shift