"These aren't poems. They're more like long-form fortune cookies."
Outside in the dark,
warm summer night breeze
streaming Don Rickles
high as a kite
we're both laughing,
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I freaking love this poem. Especially the "breeze"/"streaming" rhyme ... and then the year-old bubbled lemon drop sounds yummy.
Thanks, it was written on the swing bench, last night at the apogee of my high. Too forever since I was not too clear.
Ha ha, like this.
I like this scene. Funny.
I like the being high off the lemon drop and laughing!
I love the sound of God's laughter. It's contagious,Elizabeth
High! Good attitude!
Sublime indeed! (Smile.)
Love the warmth and humor in this poem.