Happy day for
No reason really
Happy to see
The nighttime bugs
Swirl and dance
Around a streetlight
Like teenage sock
Hoppers around the
Chuck Barry sound
Happy to feel
The nighttime dampness
About to dry
Into another plantation
Hot week day
Happy to hear
Cars approach quietly
Like curious cats
Then speed by
Their headlights creating
Ghouls on streets
Happy for everything
Just plain happy
And now the
Sun trims the
Tall tree tops
Like silky ribbons
Atop holiday presents
They glow like
Nightlights warding off
Monsters they bloom
Like greenish yellow
Stalks of broccoli
Steaming in a
Shallow pan while
The rest remain
Huddled like soldiers
Standing guard stoically
The morning sky
Is the blue
Of a newborns
Eyes not one
Cloud blemishes it
On the western
Edge it glows
White with a
Hint of crimson
Like a soft
Candle as tiger
Lilies bob in
The soft breeze
This Charlotte morning
The sun creeps
Quietly into the
Day wiping the
Stars from the
Sky like a
Kerchief erases tears
Gone now are
The sparkles but
Still there behind
The brightness of
Saul they wait
Quietly like a
Spouse in the
Shadow of their
Lover
Muenster there are
Reasons and explanations
There are mechanics
And lessons to
Learn there is
Mastering the metaphor
But mostly writing
Is magic no
Different than a
Twinkling star or
The Harvest Moon
Or snowflakes or
Anything natural it’s
Sand and sandcastles
Snow and igloos
It’s one thing
That when used
Turns into something
Else to me
It’s a whisper
And to another
A simple roar
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 