Perfect Day

Perfect Day

a single candle pulsing…flickering
fighting to alight one room

the gentle thrumming of the rain
alleviating all this life’s worry
all this life’s pain

genteel gusts from the spring maiden’s lungs
pushing the window shades in
then out

lovers pushing
softly forcing themselves into one another
uncoiling
roiling
rolling about

as the world outside spins round in circles upon itself

Austin F Bader
Copyright 2011

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