expands the clear
as we are.
between giggles and the little red wagon
kicking the soccer ball across the field
smiling dog runs behind chasing dreams
there in the fading rays of the day smiles
a place where hope still blooms at night
undercover the Dragon Fruit’s waltz
a glance across the room’s arrival
your half-hidden smile emerging
candles dance your arrival song
tousled hair and sleepy eyes heavy
curled beside and warming the bed such
things only within little hands can know.
hanging off the vine
what is left the unwanted
bits and pieces of dreams
glasses red and fragrant
turned into this autumn’s
wreathe twisting yet still
standing as the chill grows
many that the line remains.