Color the Wood Ducks skating the waters with
any shade that comes to mind
Imagine the River Birch mindful of the stream
in any shape you like
Paint the late Summer night with watercolors
as yet unknown
Call the wonders of the world before you as if they
were your very own* .....

A blue opening in the world as the rain was ending , gregarious Pigeons scramble atop store front perches in the drying western wind
Tired pedestrians labor wetted city sidewalks , late morning
silhouettes appear against post World War II row settlements
Saturday clerks prepare street displays , elderly couples window
shop for bargains with disdain , people and Freight trains trudge along , in route to unknown places* ....

Rainwater becomes crystal ,  sparkling within golden wildflowers that catch the wandering eye in the afternoon sunlight ceremony , beauty and mundanity held together , autonomous , independent with visceral poetic emotion , a testimony to mutualistic endeavors ....
Portals through scattered canopies opening doors , darkness
called to its cobalt conclusion , freed of the daylight confusion ,
returning home to serenade my emotive night*  ...

Outside defining beauty in utter stupidity , for it changes every second
Playing guitar , but the whimsical melody defies the proper , mechanical method
Allowing thoughts to paper with no mathematical logic , coded messages of the broken hearted , static symbolism out of synchronicity
not unlike basic relationships that suddenly scream bewildered with
newfound intensity* ....