Poetic gratitude

Poetic gratitude:

polishing politeness while canceling the crude

a garden filled with many different, colorful flowers

idling with a friend savoring our peaceful hours 

together with perhaps memories of Apollinaire and his friend Picasso

whispering Surrealistic thoughts before we go

into our private studio

to play her favorite Neil Diamond song  

we're not wrong

about the butterfly and the hummingbird

sipping nectar like a favorite word

wings beating like a fleeting heart

each second arriving for a brand new start

alive the puppy and the kitty with an intensity

shared with winds blowing wildly across the sea

goosebumps in the cold

refusing to be bought or sold

offering aid, a helping hand

leaving temporary footprints in the human sand 

building castles bravely at low tide

resting with a lover side by side

touching finger tips

touching lips

hearing the eternal call of the wild and a laugh

seeing a distant loon and a moose nursing her calf.

the overhead sky seems to be so expansive, so much

but it's always near enough for a simple touch.