This Perfect Day...

A day that lends itself,

And leans itself...

That hangs wide as an ancient barn door,

Creaking and kicking with the Nonchalant wind...

This carefree door allows in all the Sights unseen,

And I'm here standing next to it's entrance

Laughing hysterically because in the distance

I've discovered a series of rolling hills

Of possibilities spilling madly into

The unchecked horizon for miles...

The birds are singing and doing their mating rituals...

I'm hugging my wife's stimulating body close to mine,

And our four year old son is in tow,

And we're looking for fun

With our beaming bright faces like blossoming flowers...

We're really giving this day a full fledging pounce!...

Because we've got our antennae up,

And we've got our noses to the ground...

We are Inspectors of the ancient lost and found thread

Where the World's mysteries rear her head,

And the portals of Nature, and discreet subtleties unravel

Like a blindfold in the dark

When our hearts embark together, everything can,

And will happen...

A day that lends itself,

And leans itself...

That hangs wide as an ancient barn door...

These are the days I adore, and seek out...

Our collective light usurping any enemy or fiend

And shooting sparks as we stay lit like Roman candles...

My son's durable brown eyes probing me,

As he reaches out for his Mama like the sun embraces

The sky in a sunset

That rivals the decadence of Arizona sunsets

That paint pictures of the glories and enigmas

Of life atop the retina of the mind's eye...

Everyday I can spend with my wholesome family unit

Is like lifeblood that ignites the parched and barking pores...

I pray for days like these

Where we can come and go as we please,

Pleasing me to be inside and around the yawning

Grassy thatch that cradles and invites...

This spiritual force that makes us strong and state our case

The vibrant lawn embraces us with baste...

A gorgeous day of clouds sets in, and the universal righting of cosmic jousts

Will now commence!...

We kick our heels up and lay sprawled out in the outer

Reaches of pure love

Within a myriad of blissful things

From buzzing insects,

To reflective pools that help us recognize

The treasures buried in our own backyard,

And draw us out of flawed Impositions,

Whenever they crop up and cast their Serpentine shadows down the snaking Recesses of honey holes and vacant Untold hallways...

5/31/24

Bunny Villaire

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