New Love

An infinity of glowing sparks dancing toward twinkling sky
from the embers of late summers night beach bonfire
fanned by caressing flower fragrant breezes carrying
a symphony of rustling leaves, lapping gentle waves, and hypnotic crickets
on stage before an audience of wide eyed eternal youth
sitting trapped inside the theater of a body
bus riding to work on winters gray morning
while the heart puts on
a pageant of new love
for an enraptured mind.

-Jerry Wendt

for Jose