I Become Lost In These Lazy Days

i become lost in these lazy days the ones i have learned to allow sitting here on the balcony watching the frigates glide to Bolero below a content ocean, empty beach my attention was broken by a Tropical Queen butterflies in pursuit of drams vases rose, yellow, orange, purple a squirrel scampers across the banana tree below, kittens in ludic behavior practicing top dog, the sun bears down iguanas abandon the roof's pinnacles for the trees and the shade therein it is time for siesta, i am tired this morning the children and i were playing warfare in the yard my cane magically transformed into a rifle i am learning again what i was once an expert in a child amok in the fields of imagination tomorrow i may take out the beach towels and supermen will fly the patio or stealth ninjas having hidden in the bamboo till at last mother calls and it is time for siesta and as does the wise old iguana back we crawl to the nature of dozing there was something i had to do however, the myoclonic jerk has begun lay down and drift away even clark kent needs a respite from the chores laden world marbles i forgot to buy marbles Miramar 94 The Patient Stones and this begins my first year of sobriety....playing marbles in the streets, learning the basics of the language...