The Banzai Chronicles

Leftover twilight
breeze plays gently through gray
of a metal screen (people
inside, bugs outside— that's
the rule) guarding the
bedroom window.

Welcome cool
brings a snuggled
blanket; night's caress a
lover, fresh, without
a pillow of her own.

The insects (outside)
lullaby, relieved by
birdsong before
dawn, with constant smell
of dewy green.

A sleeper so romanced
dreams
dreams
of wonder, love,
and verse.