I Have An Answer
It’s on the tip of my tongue,
On dusky lawns where smiling is essentially
Lit parks with ghosts running along fences in the dark
And the nocturnal renewal of joy from within young and old,
A collective cauterizing over fudgecicles,
The minutiae of love exists as mist
Over long hours swinging on a patio bench
Listening to thoughts twist with an old friend from long ago
When meadows met marshes and you tossed a net into it to
Catch a frog, catch a hog, catch a flounder from your boots--catch mud!
Reach deep into well-wounded watermelons
On summers where no one ever cried
And winters where hot chocolate poured like
Recess from clouds of laughing gas
And there you are now in your tiny room.
Thinking your large thoughts.
Thinking and feeling an answer.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2009
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