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Poem #100

 Baby I love you so much

Laugh out loud

pouring red wine

 backs down against the deck

staring out and up the sky as our theater

Our own imax blue big screen curved with the heavens

The year mars was closest to the earth

hanging as a black ball in the scope, a brilliant red jewel in the sky

a tiny black ball so close to us that you could feel the roundness

Baby, woods alone, need your company

First heavenly scenes huge clouds clumping together with light beaming shadowing

then, long trail thunder tops huge dramatic

draping its tail from south to north

following the monsoon up from mexico

Lighting up the interior of California with bolt and boom

Wondering what show we would get out of the parade

A rippin’ color blue comes off the procession

Mars rising ruby red very bright and big at the end of the tail

the dragon firing bolts and huge energy flashing exploding within its body

lighting up inside out within the beast's glowing head

A chinese lantern gone very awry

You’re so nice, like to do the same thing twice

We listened to the small player wiggling our toes to ska and thunder

watching the tail raise and lower its jeweled crown polished red hanging in the sky

Dragon rage and fire Armageddon design

we had watched this monster form from all the moisture on the coast

forming right into the middle of California to our east

we watched the whole thing clouds blowing by above our heads

forming the most memorable picture cloud event of our lives

Really other worldly, rumbling roaring deep bass sound echo from the dragon

like a red sash Rastafarian Lizard King

returning back once again for freedom glorious

Us, sipping on our wine and Marley

watching the dragon maybe a hundred miles long

Hard to tell how big against the eastern horizon of peaks and mountain ridges

the huge thunder top head

connected with several other large thunder tops to the south

ending with a sting of small tops making up the tail

with mars hanging right in the middle of the last top

at the tip of the tail

the form of the head one thunder top consuming all

Firing up and out

lightening bolts firing inside the giant cloud,

huge dynamic bolts striking within the dragon head

and then out the giant mouth and down to earth

Over one hundred small fires later down on the ground

And the scramble of every able fire fighter in a three state area

The dragon yawned tired and wisped away spreading thin vanished

like so many other wonderful tragic dreams

Leaving spark, flame, heat, smolder, carbon, and ash

Fear on the ground

Yet permanent poetic moment memory for me and my baby

I live in the woods alone

my baby is so nice

Picture that late afternoon on the deck

the dragon over my love and me

fireworks spark glory color rhythm poetry

the rise of mars on the eastern horizon

a dragon parade over two hours long

lightening bolt head, mars hanging right in the cloud tail

awesome

on an electric bolt afternoon now only in my mind

as pulsed current imprint voltage

left by the flying red dragon

who scorched by one hell of a day

moshe, 2004