Sun beat down in the clump of trees somewhere.

Oaks weathered with age had Ralph cooling there.

Squirrels skittered through the branches frantic.

Sun stretched out as the moon stood romantic.

Hands ecrued calloused as he huddled hushed

In the hut he hewed from limbs as door shushed....

Your mind is garden, your thoughts are the seeds.

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

Off in the clouds in a billowy haze

where what could be; where your day dreams amaze.

Flowers burst into fairies that twinkle.

Caught in between wedged in like a wrinkle ....

There was a hush in the calm summer breeze.

The jilted eyes of bloke Johnny made her freeze.

His easy going look was abandoned.

In disbelief his like of Sue tailspinned.

He lied when she broke curfew and hit car

Or the time they puffed her dad’s cheap cigar.

She stopped doing text chats. What did he do?

He was stunned. She feigned like she had no clue....

He seemed a dull sort.

Not much of a sport.

Reticent he was.

Whatever he does

Was not very much.

He’s not missed as much.

But for one strange thing:

He’s whiz at cooking....

Whirring lights had Beignet with glazed look on his face.

Black and whites with red blare at donut shop. Hot place.

Mochi just wanted to be one of the cruller.

She had a jelly full of this guy none duller.

Partner talked of basketball shots he was Dunkin’ ’

And of sergeant exams he was always flunkin’.

The smell of donuts was Heav’nly to Mochi

As well as secret passion for karaoke.

She was a bit ...

In bushes wrapped in ivy went the dog.

Heard it traipsing about lost in a fog.

I think of Lucky lost in a tail spin.

A nice jaunt to auntie’s,. Where has she been?...

At the moon from slumbers wake, stoic Kate looked on

Beside Emma, her green eyed cat, with their cheeks drawn.

As they sat in ritual to be as one. Catfolk

Ready to transform to prey before tge sun woke....

Bert gazing into eyes so green as if to burn

Image into brain as she leaves not to return.

Her dimples. The way she walks. The way she eats spam.

Her love of Cheerios with marshmallows with jam....

Blinking lights. Insert coin. All there is.

Long past the hour when the sweet soda fizz.

Screens in unison wail game over.

Scott and Randall now stare in wonder.

Lights suddenly explode leaving dark.

Next day two new kewpie dolls leave mark....

For that which is sweet has but its twin.

A bitter side, a glass half filled, Sin.

In the cold of frost one yearns for warm.

As sultry sun has the summer storm,

So the blood red rose has its sharp fang.

And thus the sweetest apple has tang....