Savannah dreams

Something languid
rolls through
blue skies
while cumulus clouds
dig rails in my mind

A shoeless man in
Forsythe park
plays a Bob Marley
gospel medley
on a guitar with
surfer stickers
as pairs of
Junior WASPs
court on a
checkered blankets

And his polo is just so,
And her pink bow
and blond hair fall
like shampoo commercials

I smile
and watch the way a
woman in a red wig
twists balloons into animals
while the fountains
run post-parade green

The romance of it all,
sticks in my throat
as if beauty were
an iris snapshot
killed in each blink
to be created anew in the next

Sun warms my shoulders,
birds shit next to the
shoeless guy in
a grand proclamation
that spring is here

And that a city as old as
Savannah can 
still stretch its limbs
and pop a woody
had captured me
with an upturned chin

Eyes closed
Embracing
Existing

And I think
of you