Mundane

No one mentions that a handmade telescope
From a first grader can feel so warm
Even after the adhesive smears inside your bag...

Or how the description of divine inspired color
Between sunset and dusty ground
Lights up your eyes.

How much I miss on a daily basis!

I don't stop to listen to the music
Of a kitsch woodland creature fountain
Or sparks reflecting off bottles
Of deep hued perfumes.

...the snowing that goes on
My shelves everyday
And the over excited barking
Of my packmates nextdoor.

So sharply subtle...
I feel it all and put none to paper!
Instead I push my tongue against my molar
Sit at the keys to play one more hand.