The One and Only
you come in many ways:
Sol, Wala, Apollo, and Ra.
you look upon us laughing and laying,
lazy lollygagging
on a midsummer date in the bright, green meadow
hot in the long-lasting presence of you, baked and
roasting in sound of cicadas
fluttering and flapping and singing
sonnets; you lift out our love to you.
where would we be if we could not see?
the colors you can reflect into the apples of our eyes
melting us a mesmerizing memory —
measured with waxing and waning levels of mercury —
seeping and oozing your way through blinds in windows
making sure we all get a greeting.
a claim to conquer, a haste to heed,
Jim Brown’s “get on up!”
the jazz, the dazzling and daring
demon of design and spirit of spring and summer
and the sweet yearn of you in the midwinter.
there’s romance in your evening sets
a magical finale of magentas, siennas, lavenders —
a purple lust; a French kiss goodbye
until we meet again.
