Art is a child slinging paint off a brush on canvas ! Happy faces colored with chalk on the driveway ! Water color sunflowers on a bedroom wall , hearts and flowers wrote with an innocent finger in dust on a car hood ! Playing with their food , thinking about tomorrow , borrowing Dads pocket knife , carving first relationships into a Sweetgum Tree ! Get well cards written with crayons ! A sunny scene drawn by a precious little dreamer on a frosted window !

your paradise is giving me hell... yet -
we bark at the same moon
and all's well. we strike the brass bells of our Wednesday
and keep havoc on a leash. drinking mint tea... pealing anguish
from a flask... stalking clarity with a cowbell -
spoiling ribbons of the sun
with night streaks of blind lemons
coiling in the blue sky of dread reckoning... a periscope
in the marsh, festooned with limp reeds and wild things...
my eyes clunk in the Mcguffin
and go the way of Eastern men with rope tricks
it clicks on the steam in my kettle
where harm has a hammock.
and a gentle breeze typhoons
in a fools mouth.

as the whirligigs of Autumn
preach Spring

in Amsterdam.

i'm left out.

And just like that little Nicky and I had a date.
Sugar cookies decorated with icing, musical chairs
at every table.
Balloons with strands of silky fabric dangled from the Party hall  ceiling.

Their little fingers crook daintily, holding the tiny tea cups
while their mothers sipped tea and ate cookies.

She is a sweet tune in my heart and I hope to play it all my life
With the memories of the sugar cookies,
and all those tea time moments together

She loved the princesses and tea time theme;
  that was  October of two thousand and four
I love the pink plastic bags.
Her birthday was yesterday;
today we are having a skype group video chat