for love and art

 

Sitting on the front porch

on a Saturday morning 

reading Gene Wilder’s 

“kiss me like a stranger - 

my search for love and art”.

It is peaceful with only the 

occasional jogger passing by 

or a dog walker on the sidewalk. 

Cicadas play their tymbals

as a breeze rustles the pages.

When I look up from the book

I catch glimpses of honey bees

on the flowering hostas and 

then a humming bird arrives

to flit to and fro.

A bright red cardinal is 

interested in our front bushes,

darting in and out, providing 

a brilliant flash of color 

to an otherwise green scene.

It is a waypoint in the search

for love and art:

to take a picture

to write a poem

and find solace in so doing.

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