June Brings a Joy Freshly Hewn.
My Lovely Swoon In The Month Of June.
June melted
like warm oil
over my bare
back this morn.
Shirtless, shoeless,
Blue-less
I stood clueless at
what to do first.
The world was
gargantuan green
as dandelions bent
their yellowed manes
beneath my toes
at last released
from my leather
beasts of size ten.
I wanted to spin
in a big circle
till I fell
into the splendour of
summers fragrant embrace
but I was no longer six.
My neighbors
might have called
the men in the white coats
to take me to some
strait jacketed hell.
So I kept my freedom
cradled in a hammock
like some giant
four legged spider.
I sprawled
across its webbing
letting my imagination fly
and spinning all that
had bugged me
into a cocoon of silk to
worry to death later.
The winter had
bled me white,
and some vitamin D-light
was at the top of my list.
Eyes closed,
swaying in the breeze
I blended into that
summer landscape.
like a still life picture,
or a Norman Rockwell cover.
I hung slightly skewed
between two trees till
soon enough some ZZZZZ's
descended like bees
and brought me the buzz
of a morning nap.
The newspapers remained
rolled up in the mailbox,
offering something
less then this
spectacularly fine
June day.
When I awoke later
it would all still be there
but for now I was savoring
the bright orange nothingness
that waited behind
my closed eyelids.
Birds chirped above me
accompanied by
the distant drone
of some lawn groomer
as the leaves rustled softly
whispering in a language
I could never capture
but always was
quite fond of.
My To do list
was Ta-Da!!
and so I bid "Ta-Ta"
to all the worries
and scurries of life
that passed just
a couple hundred
yards away from
my suspension in time.
Only some
chrome reflections
and a couple of
"It's Midas-time mufflers!"
disturbed my sanctuary.....
but even they faded
as the warm oils of June
melted me into oblivion.
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© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III