When Poetry Stops Dripping Wine From the Ceiling!

The future is now and lights the night well

In the eyes of a child human emotions seem unyielding

There is a video screen flashing

Arms raised high

Hands dancing.

 

She is someone to keep an eye on

I see that is not to keep form

Of a time were nothing forms

As if it had frozen in place

If I can imagine such things as this.

 

A unrelated event perhaps:

The carpenter bee paid his respects

And spider

But my heart boomed with the humming bird

Saying onwards!!!