these days obsessed by light
the possibility to leverage is uncertain all the beautiful dawns
the days in this sun remember
the lights casts this image just right
these days of air lit up
the brightness itself a very thing
the golden ripeness the wide expanse of time the purity of pleasure
these days the hard outline softens
the shovels extended reach into
this pile of soil warm between toes silted steps
the tangled roots shaken loose
the planted seeds woken to
the colors of youth in its gleam
the sprinkler rainbow arches asking
this light to dance
these days remember there now gifts
the sights arrival takes nothing that’s not duly given