Neighborhood walk, with relish

A walk through the neighborhood reveals:
flowers,
and mud,
and evidence (of lives lived with joy),
and sorrow,
and other things without names.
A world's own history in every puddle;
a tiny moment large as the cavernous sky,
blue with heart's own relish.

twitter poem: kiss in the windy street

ah! a kiss that makes my head spin/like turning around and tumbling in/all in a moment I couldnt tell then I knew: instead of falling I flew