look up some evening
past the curiosity of night
beyond the moon’s stare
to the distant stars
some that shine brightly here
are cold black cinders there
love too is a seen glow
but how do we know
if it still burns passionately
at its source?
one clue is the twinkle
watch one eye to see
how much darkness
tangles with the light
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