rising all around the screen porch
fireflies blink in a secret language flash
inflections and nuances unknown to us

earlier the air seemed heavy humid
an old tire beneath a gravel pit lake
that held my foot until i nearly drowned

now comes a freshening breeze and
a floating holodeck where we manifest
all that we dearly love and most appreciate

©John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 7/8/17