“So Soothing”

A picnic

“So Soothing”

So soothing the finger in the ice cream,
Cubes against the cheek, and we the satisfied.
Linchpins in a thought beatified
By leprechauns splicing memories from a thousand tactile dreams.
Revisit sidewalks here and there you’ll find so much to see.
Comes the furniture of the streets,
The crew, the caste, the long lost host of Oz; cleats
Raise sparks along the busied golden feed.
Some one of them, perhaps the dandelion, a deliberate violet
Transits the crosswalk, but one of them will seed
A nation raised on nations, the former garden—a stubborn breed,
A sprig of clover, something there among the side effects
Of nowhere here today. It’s true but someone there, the one in plain
Sight whispers something–baby slippers—and knows the reason for the rain.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s