Mosquitoes suck, marrow gold
Glow and flutter with
On point to find a narrow home
Flying forth for family
Fighting on to have kids
Perspectives only press:
Company becomes a crowd,
Parks and beaches flood with waste
Eating fast, last with scavenger hands
A busy chirping world makes haste.
But do you mean it when you say
That other men just populate?
Let in a little light
Take a breath and out the door
Your company is coming soon
Hang up the drapes, open the curtains
Children play and systems buzz
Fill bowls of cheer and merry friends
Extend yourself to subtle moments
And dearly mean it when you say
“I miss the fireflies”
No, not the vacant platitude
but the thing you really, really miss.
Trace the shadows on your wall and
chase the pinky index rabbit ears
Run wild for hours, dive into petals
Pursue the ripe tomato bruise
Surfacing in the soil.
Scrape and heal, you’re never ever done.
A beach is what it always was
The same shore landscapes the same sand
And the shape can always recreate
The substance will remain the same
As such, the past is never done
But imminent, the present passes.
Enjoy the time with friends and mend your
ties until the moment’s gone
And never ever give yourself the chance to miss the way things were
Don’t ever say a single thing
Or long for what you cannot touch
Cause retrospective minds look back
They all forget the World they’ve left.