hit with sun

everything is people kevin says
about zambia
for instance: driving away from where he was parked
alongside a road and someone in an orange vest
yelling after him for money
because that person was the parking meter
in charge of those four parking spots
_______
the glimmer of the theater-fake-snow quality
of the real snow
flake by flake
drifting about in the air
as seen in the daylight/brightlight sun
_______
juniper reading aloud
the pale green pants
with nobody inside them
(aka: what was i scared of)
by dr. seuss
said, “I do not fear those pants
With nobody inside them.”
I said, and said, and said those words.
I said them. But I lied them.
_______
how i don’t say a thing
about noa’s face band-aid
but i do say something
about her hat with double pom pons
_______
falling asleep on the orange couch
in front of the windows that frame the view
of sun-glowed gold stubbled corn,
soothed by the sounds of juniper’s sleepbreathing
while the birds feast at the feeder
(chickadees and downy woodpeckers)
_______
the almost iridescent glow
(hit with sun)
of the underside of hawk
circling against powderblue sky
_______
we step out to watch the supermoon
(they’re all super)
just shining there
huge and full in the pre-dusk
while a cloud strip
gives the moon a mustache, a shroud, a beard
_______
dish-doing
in the candlelight/moonlight combo
yes, this is contentment