touch like stars caressing water, brimming eyes, whelming the heart

A few weeks back
- what must have been five, or six
even though it felt more like two
I went to the tree lawn in front of work
with the most ridiculous tools;
a flathead screw driver, and a box cutter
and dug up as many weeds as I could find.

Because it had rained, the dirt gave way easily enough,
and the plants came out easily enough,
by the root.
Or so it seemed.

Wow
Summer again was cold all along
a young chick remains glued to mom's tits he adorns
pair of sibling’s, young ones pulls each other’s hair for fun
Mom and pop are sunning at the beach
preparing for another summer’s lasting memorable one (for fun)

young upcoming teens wish to brush lips often
as they cross the permissible age
their love entwined has begun

another couple is smiling
the coming one is kicking her tummy
what a funny feeling

on a blank piece of paper, a pen is poised
the ink waits in awe, to spill out of the nib
paper gets filled, ink runs out, pen is history
thought finds words which long for eyes
eyes meet words, words form images
images turn to expressions
telegraphing a story, a poem. a song, a tribute...
which remain etched like runes
or forgotten like the paper pen and ink
mere entities obscured by time