overdew spring exposed unsullenly

a day of emerald green
so green it almost hurts my eyes
to have a communion of sun's delight for breakfast
a congregation of byrds singing in the trees lofty choir
..........finally after two decades
a scarlet tanager displaying its blinding kolors
fill the byrd feeders for the northern orioles & hummingbyrds
zigzagging in & out for a succulent taste
.........oh the byrds nearly pure of heart making my heart
younger&stronger&alive

april hatching into may
more time to run barefooted
do an overdue somersault
a nearly fallin' down post-sixty oneish pirouette
being like ole crazy horse
find some gopher earth & rub in on the face
join the earthly invisibles.......if only for a milli-zecond

me olde bones & fresh blood
eye must feel like an ole cottonwood
the sap rising up me trunk into the canopy of branches & brittle twigs
be alive for this season of new aliveness

the poet emerges & regenerates & resurrects
consciously & unconsciously
morning koffee has never tasted better
my wifes lips never sweeter
our unspoken konnection never more interwoven & knotted twogether

eye wink at her two rooms & three walls aweigh
where eye think she is..........but isn/t
she steps in from the outadoors with a pale of fresh rhubarb
eye already can taste & smell a desert or pie
............zhe zays a cake.........not enuff for a pie yet
but plenty of hidden ingredients to active all aphrodisiac moods
....within in the next couple of daze

the price of luv & the price of gas & the price of food
nuthing comes free
like the zaying............free verse & free love are contradictions in terms....paraphazed
eye massage your tired feet you massage my aching back
we come out even to the last fingertip extended

or as zaid in "zen comics" by joanna salajun
"i feel so much better since i gave up hope."

but in an odd sort of way then maybe hope hasn't given up on me

when an elderly man's fancy turns towards loving & being loved
.....did ever tell you about the time when eye was working in the garden
on delightful spring dazzlin'-day
barechested & body glistening in the morning sizzling-sun
and two young damsels bicycling by
stopping for a quick peek
one zaid "nice abs grandpa"
.........boy was eye really pumped.....made me feel swell.....puny-puns intended
did it really happen or just in a poet's imagination........maybe both
..........storytelling loves exaggeration embellished

time to travel to me favorite mind traveling window
explore the untamed undomesticated wildness
listen for the frogs singing down in the bottomlands
watch the clouds dressed like angels wisping by
catch the buds hatching into leaves
chase springs first butterfly flutterin' towards a smiling violet
....let my wife read this bouquet of words
dedicated to her...........everlastingness

a peom a day keeps the blues away for the still-scribblin'poet
a bluebyrd helps too
a grandchild's giggle
a bag of fresh morel mushrooms
a surprise phone call from an olde friendly voiced friend
a plate full of just boiled&buttered asparagus
a box of olde movies&films never seen/obscene be4
the cubs win in todaze newspaper
my wife's sexysurpriseserendipity of the day(luv-that-word)
.......it is the liddle things that are the big things
faretheewell in the land of makebelieve&beautifulstrangers&wildkritters

michael&orf............kounterklockwisekultkoyote