Don’t Retreat Into Your Phone

When the pondering barista slices

fruit for smoothies

When filling a frustrated space

In line in a foreign New York neighborhood

 

When the parks call your name and

The sun has declared himself sultan of the

Conquered grass,

 

Yesterday called, wishing he had had more time

During his one day on earth scrutinizing waffles.

 

When the company you keep is keeping you

Brocaded in their tapestries

When the world is alive and

Blossoming

Brimming

Bearing Ballistic

Beaming Blissful Baffling

Berserk Bubbling Bulbous Bodacious

Bendable Blonde Bootilicious Bearable

Everything else can only keep you from

Observing every petal emerge with the resolve

Of newborn kittens, hardly hatchlings swelling to light

The flowery, finessed, flickering aromatic flames of now.