Rise Up From The Cracks In The Clay

Out here in this heaven place

where the trees toss ’round

from a foreign gust...

a hand latches onto another hand

All the world’s worries 

burnt down to dust...

What let loose the dogs

in the arctic plateau

of soul...

brings them home

to the heel 

on conscious patrol...

These thoughts

once like

porridge...

shriveled in elevated 

heights and

shot out from storage...

pegged to the board

like darts for sport,

all of life’s foils...

on display like

gold ribbons and 

spoils...

The sun sets by a fiery daze

as night lowers

its lashes...

and begs encore

in the morning

for a crescendo of matches...

Dew kindles our 

dug-outs, 

New concepts abound

where the orchids yawn open

is where all love 

is found.

©

9/5/19

Mavia &

Bunny Villaire