Buffalo Nickels & Clear Skies Above
Daisies and doorknobs, cathedrals and parasols:
All these and more I deliver with love!
Icicles, bicycles, Thanksgiving dinner-plates,
Buffalo nickels and clear skies above.
Rain-polished cobblestones. Lush grass to walk upon.
Bright petals tossed at your glorious tread.
Hyacinths. Asteroids. Comets and daffodils.
Garlands of gladness to circle your head.
Off-color anecdotes. Whimsical whisperings.
Lilac-perfume on a late April breeze.
All of my cheerfully abject obedience
Offered to you as I bend both my knees.
Bottle-caps, mandolins, ice-cream and ticket-stubs,
Swan-boats and harps in a vale of delight.
Countesses, courtiers. Book-ends and bobolinks.
Dollar-store flip-flops. A cool autumn night.
Ankle-socked majesty, fizz in my seltzer, my
Denim-clad diva, my cool turtle-dove!
Bergman and Bogart in my Casablanca, you’re
Buffalo nickels, you’re clear skies above.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-08-24 at 10:28
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