Summer’s Feast

Joy upon joy

Upon joy

Bursting forth as

Three or four
Seahorses

Sashay across

Skies of brilliant

Blue.

This life-

Briefest puffs of colorful light

And our feast sprawled

Atop a picnic table.

The faces we've loved

Grin and shimmer, hovering

Above a field of green

That stretches before

Pie-stained purple lips

To a stand of birch trees,

Leafy fledglings astonished

And laughing in summer’s

Breeze murmur thanks,

At long last,

Remembering

Everyone.