Alligator Eyes

The Rain came… Killed a summer day Lord Byron and old Cook books My only company A thousand spices A hundred jellies and jams Laid before them For their morning delight… Morning steam coming off the water Just me and the Alligators Swimming in the lake Before the people come And bring their eyes And their minds reaching out Can see the nervous… the sad… the clueless… the hurt… and the happy… eyes lit up dancing in the water… I was the observer riding through the busy bodies Onto the arcade Ninja Turtles, X-men, and a burger Blueberry pancakes From the giant freezer In the restaurant kitchen While grama chats with the cook Sleepy ride home… peppermint in my mouth… Drinking Ice cold tranquility… perfect bliss at the end of a summer day… All my adventures I did relay… Wilson Phillips tugging the heart strings… Aaron Neville's Louisiana Melts me into sleep…