Childless Minds
Grazing gales of laughter
From children
From childless minds
New juices, up from the rinds
Make haste
A perception of spring
A gift to bring
To the long and forgotten
For the closed new paragon
Of neighborly advice
For a close, close heart
You fly by in a grocery cart
To whatever you may think of
Come passing into view
You are never too soon
Just unsynchronized as I
As I can be to perceive
The reverb tugging at my sleeve
Echo through the gaps
And chest cavities
Stir in me
Time to believe in gratitude
Loving all of the flow
The fine lit sky
Never quite climbing as high
As the high tops of palms
Out the window
And the old summer snow chill
Of laughter,
Grazing us so