I was looking 
for something I
was sure that 
I had lost
and upon finding 
knew that I 
did not need 
funny this then 
having needed it 
so desperately before 
and now not 
for it just 
like shoes or
pants even dreams 
I had outgrew 
nothing forever fits 

Tens maybe hundreds 
of little mirrors 
dot the mountains 
reflecting the low
happy East sunlight 
as though stars
themselves dropped from 
the night sky
and landed there 
for one last 
big wish hurrah
before they too
became just another 
part of mountain 
as day goes 

You work
I play
I write 
you stay
and then 
this day
we both 
did pray
that we
would say
just this 
once lay
here this 
tender way

Summer is always 
so very simple 
and freshly sweet 
strawberries ice cream 
paddle boats carrying 
lovers and cousins 
escaping the heat 
beach days fluffy
novels tire swings
and don’t forget 
those vacation romances 
amidst seashore resorts 
these days come 
and they go 
and they stay 
next to seashells 
ticket stubs postcards 
and broken promises 
that they’d write 

Words swim
they dart
and dash
and dodge 
escaping this 
paw pawing
trying to 
snatch then
to catch 
these wily
little creatures 
but even 
in the 
bowl that
mind is 
they best
even this
alley cat