Poetry 133

when it flows like this

early like now, late like never

we laugh so hard

and never see the other laugh so hard

like when he said:

don't think i'd stop

like she said:

wouldn't stop you

and then the delivery was brilliant:

she bragged about vocal aptitude and altitude

sometimes i wonder

about it all

this now our now

that electric live tingling

the jolt, the admission of weakness

the pursuit of exhaustion

the melting of m&m's on mouths

not hands

sometimes i wonder

about life itself

my daughter sees the world as new

where laughter is the best high

and all things are bright and bold and raw

and how she repeats stories and words

and it's all magical to her

but how fragile she is in the end

and how i spend as much time worrying

as she spends laughing

and he and she is teaching me

not to stop laughing

to stop worrying

to just be in this moment

to love the Spring

to embrace and explore that May flower

being groomed in April

(wet flowers in May: lovely scent)

to touch all that is

bright, bold, raw

for even the prettiest of these flowers

will one day fade