To follow that
Splash

Into the
Mirrored pond-

To follow the

Shallow frog

To freedom!

She peels each wafered layer
To expose the next.
Bitter tears lie at her heart.

The first thing I saw early this morning
When I pulled back the light green curtains
Was a hectic blue 'n orange butterfly
Wavering in the fair sun of my garden -
'tween the enclosed well and the laurel tree.

On a sidewalk, red and radiant,
Strutted two maidens together,
A turquoise skirt wore the one,
A chocolate T-shirt the other.

Jubilant they were together,
As the cadence of their laughter
Waved in the air like Tunisian silk.

No harvest did my screen display today,
No mountain range did loom far in the distance;
All that was shown were a laughing sidewalk,
And a quivering sun in a small garden.

(c) LazharBouazzi

and seeing your
eyes, slowly
hold onto your nights—
the wind's rustling.

bluejays scream: "the

world rounds about
your faces"

your lips—a flightless
moon.

your dress is black (the
smell of summer grass)

and everything holds
everything
    else.

the oak tree rolls
(a medallion, a junction)
darker than the soil
—
     than the gray skies.

All day long with clouds and birds
greens and blues moving through the water
I wish my fingers were water color crayons
to paint these scenes on leaves of paper
to capture water drops on stones, lighter, darker
the sky, the soft rain I taste
all the ways I lived this day.
In the morning to wake up
deep and breathing in
an ancient forest.

unto the earth's crust
soaking rains did pour down
quenching its dryness