Was it really the same
without years or unimaginings
filling the space meant for touch
instead of electric ocular connections?
Were we ever carefree?
What’s different now?

We recognized stark walls
that lined our route
and didn’t care;
there were no uncrossable boundaries-
we just carved holes to walk through
when we couldn’t climb.

The day lilies greeted me
with a wink
that I answered
with my own shimmy,
not heeding the neighbors
or the squawking ridicule
of the morning woodpecker.

The day lilies greeted me
with a wink
that I answered
with my own shimmy,
not heeding the neighbors
or the squawking ridicule
of the morning woodpecker.

Tonight smells of charred
meat -juicy on the inside-
with a healthy whiff of
diesel and cigar and gardenia
along with fresh mown hay
and a nearby possum that didn’t make it
several days ago;

the magic of dusk mingles
with decay and lush greenery
to make an olifactoral postcard.