This day!
From beneath a haggard shroud
a blazing cobalt eruption
pepper shot with cloud.
A time to walk
and see
and talk
and simply be.
As the waterfowl
and their ugly broods,
fresh to the earth,
lumber and intrude.
And a mackerel sky
mirrors the scaly denizens
and their haunting progress
below a bejeweled basin
Old boys and their toys
speed wire and polyurethane
with invisible fingers
over this shimmering plane.
A disarming young woman
with a dancing face
armed with a pad and a pencil
contemplates this space.
Where niqabs and bikinis
share the same crowded acre
and laughter washes
over our lake of verdure.
With my back against the bark
of a childhood friend
I wish for the babel hum
to know no end.
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