HARVEY......

HARVEY

Looking down from imaginations height

like a soaring observer of natures' might

I beheld water instead of land

'Twas difficult to see and understand

as countless rooftops in Houston still

looked like orderly little hills

and the once placid suburban green

lurked under a brown watery scene

From my perch, I watched the agony

of the many faces I could see

as the firmament poured rain cold

in a deluge on Houston's soul

and from the breast of tenderness

neighbors rallied in their quest

to rescue those in distress

true empathy flowed from citizens and knew no rest

It reflected Americas best

PLAY....

PLAY

Morning arrives in a sudden way

 light stabs the consciousness slowly

It sweeps night darkness away

and beckons everyone to discover today's play

Shall we be children again

and join with grown friends

to gratefully seek the passion of games

that remain much the same

while the spirit renewed by the morning sky

absorbs the joy of today's play delight

Memories of youthful companions

embedded in games shining in recollections

are where play in its splendor lives

and pleasure is what it gives

Adults become children with play

children become adults with games everyday

Play sharpens the senses, lifts the spirit

fills all souls with the joy of it

games are the spice of life

and without play we would not survive

THE MARKET

The Market

Near to heaven is this place for me

a feast for my eyes to see

Melons sunning themselves on a table

incite a squeeze on the double

as my eager fingers seek to fondle

but a stern look warns of trouble

The scenery comes and goes

shoppers mill about like mimes in a sidewalk show

they gesture at merchants with silent lips

and bargain for avocado dip

Life at the market is never dead

it brings fine memories I cannot shed

as a spectator in the riddle of market life

it fills my soul with tender light

my awareness focusses in its quest

to discover the merchants very best

My spirit roams at this festival

of offerings of nature celestial

I spot sweet fuzzy peaches

exposed to my tender squeeze

arranged for a delightful show

perfect in their circular rows

Strawberries stand out in a blush

they offer me their sensual lust

as my memory brings back fondly

their chocolate cloaks on a Summer Sunday

accompanied by bubbly Spumante 

that stirred my passions and ecstasy

Plums and bananas for tasting

exposed as shady offerings

summer warmth endures rambling fools

while they absorb pungent sensory tools

that draws their mind away from daily cares

welcoming shoppers from everywhere

The markets charm helps me survive

and appreciate natures tasty art

while embracing social essence

beneath a Summers' sun presence