Saturday, 18 April 2015

Day 18: Saturday Bliss


Saturday evening sun 
pours its gold in wine.  
Day dissolves in giddy bubbles,
goldrush particles, glad matter. 
Strawberries on the side
taste of summer, remembered
surprise: red and green and gold.   
Day plump and perfectly ripe.
Across the street, a window blushes
rose in an April dusk. 
The bubbles rise and pop.
Day is a kiss still fizzing on lips. 
I drink a shimmying gulp of stars 
and toast this modest 
but tremendous bliss.  
Day distilled into pure delight.


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