we all cherish tapestries
of moments that soar
human kindnesses
that create sunlight
textures of existence
free for the taking
beyond feelings though
is something that binds
the entire fabric of life
an unbroken thread
that’s part of you
and wonders if
you’ll ever look inside
snorers are braggarts they say to the sleepless I can even hum a tune while I do it
the squeal of rubber rips the silence as a fast driver carves up the invisible night with an extended tortured note and skid marks when it stops I close my eyes wait for crickets to serenade the darkn
walking out my front door I’m assaulted by the awful stink of thousands of mango blossoms but oh what a miracle when they morph into handfuls then armfuls of ambrosia as if a hangover could turn into