New Love
An infinity of glowing sparks dancing toward twinkling sky
from the embers of late summers night beach bonfire
fanned by caressing flower fragrant breezes carrying
a symphony of rustling leaves, lapping gentle waves, and hypnotic
crickets
on stage before an audience of wide eyed eternal youth
sitting trapped inside the theater of a body
bus riding to work on winters gray morning
while the heart puts on
a pageant of new love
for an enraptured mind.
-Jerry
Wendt ©2008
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