In a far off place, one can see the sun peeping from a lazuline canopy. Strips of light are seen walking across the beginning of summer’s first performance.
Yoshino trees blush as red as the cheeks of Kathy’s clown. Out in the country, the cattle gather around a bale of hay like politicians on the senate floor.
Somewhere a woman becomes a thin slip of sound
As she watches the meadowlark in his crisscrossed wanderings; in the distance a singer belts out an old country song.
An artist draws an image in his mind as his hands comply with palette and easel. Somewhere in Paris, it is morning as lovers sit beside the La Fontaine de Medicis and sip strawberry frappachinos.