C & K

Spring BBQ

a Spring Barbeque
one squeeze of the sauce bottle
a gust of wind comes
the salad bowl overturns
the sauced-up sausage takes flight

No coffee today
driving with an attitude
swearing and yelling
strutting a frown down the street
He smiles at her masala

lights in the darkness
their wings illuminated
little fireflies dance

smoke smell on the wind
Your mystical soul breaks free
feeling the old ways
the souls of the burning trees
a stirring of something old

Fighting the door to enter
The constricting bra becomes airborne
Hungry attention meows

Glaring at your significant other
flinging scarf, jumper, bag, and more
Tearing and tasting odd snacks

Crying about the work day
Your love says a word in a suspect way
Everyone is punching on

From storm Spring rainbows
to the pale pastels of a
frost Winter sunset
Watch the sunset one more time
Leave the office that keeps you

within the moonlight
to laugh at her quirkiness
a fluff in the dark

the sun lit silk threads
a fly buzzes within the
sticky spider web
alert from the vibrations
scurrying towards dinner

Eating lunch in the park at an odd hour to avoid humans.

While watching the sky and the birds, you would never know that he relished the feeling of discomfort.

Hated by the right and despised by the left, some call him a contrarian, and others curiously independent.

Plant adorned cafe
a serving of rich brownies
expecting results
After three, spoons are funny
No hash, just a lil sugar