Longing for kindred fascination of wild,
of inscrutable universes that trickle through
ears eyes nose mouth skin
Invisible light particles
transmitting the reality of heartmind diorama
Pleasant thought, limbic vibration.
Gentle, warm.
also for Billy
Beneath the tangled umbrella
we sit in a rococo salad
seasoned by the time of wind
Sharing sounds, magic
from air to cerebrum limbic
paper to arms lungs hands
swaying in the wall-less cauldron
with friends.
