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
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