on hawthorne street..

somewhere

between an echo

and good-bye

in the cosmos

of the sky

and the twinkling

of an eye

i found..

something

floating in the

sargasso

like a spirited

adagio

smooth

like a piano

i found..

blinding lights

and multicolor

warm bread

and awakened

flowers

fresh march

showers

timeless hours

i found...

chocolate filled

deep rich

soil mixed

alcohol freedom

a cocktail

of praisejoy

redemption

looking back

in the mirror's

reflection

i found

Vanya.