I Have An Answer

It’s on the tip of my tongue, On dusky lawns where smiling is essentially Lit parks with ghosts running along fences in the dark And the nocturnal renewal of joy from within young and old, A collective cauterizing over fudgecicles, The minutiae of love exists as mist Over long hours swinging on a patio bench Listening to thoughts twist with an old friend from long ago When meadows met marshes and you tossed a net into it to Catch a frog, catch a hog, catch a flounder from your boots--catch mud! Reach deep into well-wounded watermelons On summers where no one ever cried And winters where hot chocolate poured like Recess from clouds of laughing gas And there you are now in your tiny room. Thinking your large thoughts. Thinking and feeling an answer.