zillion tires

 

moon has trekked amid canopy silouette

o'er playground equipment most places banned 

due to insurance premiums grounded much

as my upright torso, boots in sleepless bag

w/wool blankie and pocket warmers glowing

in tandem with burgundy in gloveless paws

blah blah la de da, trash trucks far off gunshots 

some small traffic at five am

because i woke up 

*

 thinking of day, three generations

dancing to my violin in sunlight

a grandmother maybe 65

a mother with long blonde hair,

she's 8 months pregnant and beaming

and her daughter likewise towheaded

dancing toys in hand little back leg kicks 

around in a circle they prance as i busk 

her belly bouncing some unseen rider

in the handicapped parking area, 

blue emblem indistinguishable from a zillion tires 

i reel and reel, my feet ducking 

in sync as we circle the reeflike horizon 

found in lost moments

3-3-21

southeast poetland