Lost word #2

Some cities have to work overtime to phalerate their hum drum highways and byways. Key West's lush tropics make human trimmings look tiresome, tired, even tedious don't you think? 

Little girl under the stars

The adolescent's gaze flits 

over the transforming canopy

seeking the evening’s first treasure

between the taunting shadows of pine needle and billowing cloud. 
“Star li---” 
The flickering light of a distant aircraft. 
Linus in the Pumpkin Patch earnestness keeps her searching 
sapphired skies 

“Starlights tarbright firstarIseetonightI wishImayIwishImightI getthewish 
Iwishtonight. . .” 

Sirius eyes her unwinkingly, 
sagely accepting the petition.

“whenIgrowup IwishIcould liveinabigcity.”

Her longing has flittered up in the darkness 

and she catches her breath

anxiously hoping...

waiting...

longing...

Not your average day...

Most days we drudge in to the drudgery of work that we drudge on each day. Slogging through the mounds of books that are returned or ordered each day may seem like schleppery to you but let me assure you, it is.  

Once in a while we have reason to celebrate and this was one of those days:

Words at play

Driving down a dreary lane

I pause from my prosaic ponderings

when my son shouts with some surprise

"By-golly, a balloon is bobbing above!"

My eyes express amazement 

as it sails away just overhead

We follow it for a few moments then 
watch as it wings weightlessly off 

into the breezy beryl-blue sky