Red Red

Between the blues beneath the honey locust
Eager for the new moon to pour, picture us
Orange leaf turns out maybe not, warms his wing in ours
Lets us finish our beer enjoy its warmish sours
Dragonflies of love monsoon’s secret cargo
Flashing in the rain the finches tease our eyes with gold
Fecund is a word that clings according to our want
The mind has its own, thank you August you’re redundant
Take a hint take a hike, you do know how to swim?
God indulges fate’s erratic cherubim
Thunder at dusk proclaims dawn’s desire saying
Tonight’s special honey Meade decided we are staying.