(17 at Starbucks)

On April 8, 2015 by Neil

. . .  giddy joy and surging-romping

laughter sunders sunlight in

café-automatic-morning-snowballing revels …


and all the waterfalls of youth burst

the sacraments of cool and “part of”

rushing, plowing, somersaulting onto

vast and heaving plains run-gushing-wild –


and ecstasy shivers on dueling silver tongues,

rampages through

storm-tossed evergreens of love forever,

bounces, booms, brags on winds–

soaring-sap-streamed heights

of stumbling exultation …


and – astonished(!) – celebrates

roaring irreverent-upsurging sanctities of Life.

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