high school head
under the bleachers
while the players footballed
and helmets clashed
and my sweet Stephanie
was giving me
so young we were
contracted to no one
just pleasure
and discovery
and the crowd roared
right when I scored
had my cheerleader
and a bottle of Boones Farm
and a  loud roar

with dripping elegance
the Venus' Pride
the False Indigo
with proud long stem protruding
the Blue Curls dew
covered extend
roadside curtsies to all
who pass by
dancing
like cultured pearls
in the morning
light.

A sip from a hot and aromatic
coffee of dusty gloss
and endless froth

in the midst of a dawn
and soothing music
played by the morning birds

casts a spell on your senses
with freshness and vigor
that lasts for the day long.