An embroidered lung
rests upon fluffy four-ton clouds,
heedless of peaked protuberances.
Lasso a lumberjack cradling coffee
with hair falling like comets;
ignore the missing green corduroy
and always remember
the red vest with special patterned trim.
Voyages meant something when we had
no maps or agendas.
We were never sailors but
we knew how to lick lollipops
and celebrate solstice like children amok.