is an open
window  

where spice-fringed words
flutter white lace curtains  

the sun’s softer self
casts its artistry upon the wall                                                                         

dew-spangled figments                
carouse the giddy lilac  

dreams stretch their opus                   
to sky’s lyrical promise              

and poets rise
singing                                                    

                                                             
                                                              Thanks for all the inspiration this month! 
   

                                                              Dear Editors:  I am a fan of including Coleman’s “Thingy”                                                                   into the title of this year’s anthology.