most would consider my street simple, ordinary

— it’s a wonderland

the sun comes, spans the sky, sets in wild color

the moon a shy, unset singer

leaves spurt out of dead branches

grass and bugs zambra with the wind,

allowing themselves — to allow

dancing out their marriage-songs

and all these creatures swarm sidewalks

squirrels, birds, humans, dogs…

creatures of all ages — each a very different creature, like and unlike the rest

breathless, panting, crying this joy

if i miss it, miss the moment, i miss everything — 



Brian Shircliff