Morning Affair
The palm tree winked.
I looked again.
A solo palm in the distance,
rising above buildings—
yes, glittering.
Sunlight hung tinsel,
golden, on its fronds.
And in the breese,
its glitz waved flutter-sun
my way.
What flicker! What flash!
I waved back, of course.
The palm, a-sparkle,
and I, a-dazzled,
conducted our morning affair.
©Susa Silvermarie 2017
