those dreams renewed
we'll tell the porch our secrets
when spring arrives, before
summer swelters. conjure up
the casbah, candlelight, and wine.
this ark of vision is our pleasure.
the city is our orchestra. music
is the reason we kiss or dance.
night is the cover for last year's
dreams; that flower in your hair.
Photo/Poem © 2015 Rick Burnett Baker