A bluish sky
Almost gray awakens
Me pink streaked
Broad marker clouds
Begin to evaporate
As the Saul
Stretches and yawns
Beyond hunter green
Trees far off
Distant bird songs
Like music boxes
Repeat delicate melodies
Coffee maker steams
Like stationed locomotives
Sending this morning’s
Aroma to bed
Flirting you awake
Sleepy you stumble
Groggy you pour
Add and stir
Joining me here
Kissing good day
Walking through
A meadow
Spying poppies
Lavender and
Honeysuckle in
A sea
Of wildflowers
All shushing
In summer
Winds I
Pick not
One for
It is
In my
Own garden
At home
That I
Find you
The most
Rarest blossom
Of all
And so
This storm
Passed this
Thing or
Blip or
Thought this
Day or
Week or
Hour this
Thing just
A thing
And really
Who cares
About a
Thing really
Let’s care
About other
Things real
Things things
That matter
In life
We tend
To not
Remember much
We tend
To remember
Things a
Look a
Smell a
Touch all
Really meant
To provoke
What you
Ask and
What you
Really meant
You know
Let’s play
One day
When you’re
Older and
Reflect you’ll
Think of
Today this
Tipping point
This day
When this
Or that
Made the
Difference when
A cause
Or an
Opinion meant
More than
Our ideas
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 