New White Shoes, Red LacesbyRandi Grail©
Laughter like dry cider.
Fridge chilled, extra ice
in september dust and scarred earth
beaten senseless by the life giver above.
And little feet flutter
skim the surface on a mirage
in new white shoes, red laces,
two strawberry mints dancing.
Such a blessing to watch,
to listen, indulge in that melody
from a gap of generation.
Those small faces
that don't care
their transmission is full power,
all frequencies channeling soul.
A microwave beacon
all things alive