A moonbeam twinkles in my eye

my coffee the day’s starting high

 

Hush, the quiet garden sighs

the fog rolls in and drifts my eyes

 

Sipping on a wine canteen

later, damn this music machine

plays a song to cause a dream

 

In concrete jungle tomorrow see

shelf and book, diapers wee

 

Till then shrouded in firs clipped

near a dock feet water dipped

 

-Sandra Johnson, 6/23/19