From my door in a lovely town,
I look straight ahead in wonder,
clouds, seascape, distant boat,
are core  of an early morning view,
a homely place now awakening,
the sound of each window heard,
people sense this charmed spot, 
has depth, magic, and mystery,
which is such an attraction say,
as the day of passage in sunlight,
a green and brown leaf exponent,
from tree top towered ring fence,
on blissful watch as passersby,
aware of  sage eager eco eye,
that glances o’er round the clock,

must rob Peter to pay Paul.

Three elements for this dollar us stream of consciousness quarter written before the price of even the most plentiful items on the periodic chart increased into the stratosphere.

Ghoulish shadow
macabre evening   
 eerie  footfall
     metamorphosis
hourglass swallow
            collage 
roseate rubicund
orange  citrus
gold simoleon
tincture berserk
          hover
wolfram wainscot
symmetry  saturated
pigment pabulum
      conspirator
mercurial monkeyshine
amorphous antics
sphinxlike skulk
amid  clandestine
nocturnal nascent 
twilight threshold

The delights of strolling through green parks,
to observe pristine lawn and serene pool,
interact or mingle with fellow ramblers,
share the joy of radiant sunshine,
and warm  cheer induced by conversation,
sparked by the chance encounter one never dreamed of,
nor imagined at the onset of a morning,
whose divine agenda set by vivid sky,
one might eschew whilst awash with visual,
scenic trees, shrubs, hedges, beget relish,
but without human contact and shared slant,
adornment on footpath, green pond insert,

me again just showing my chops

as poetic who sometimes flops
and displaying embellishment
including free poetic rhyming glops
with dearest beloved imagistic hip hops.

where a small number of revisions made

to Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan

(oldest sister who silently

writhed when bullied

Rustle of waves lure,
saline foam dippers,
golden grain  sand,
sunken beach mottled,
flying kite fascination,
vivacious child in a whirr,
amusement in a flash, 
at an aqueous angle,
but plastic spade and shovel, 
castle making en train,
green tide elevation,
moss swept swimmer,
In  summer element,
bemused sun emitting,
warm radiant pulse,
crowd swell by noon,
across age span, 17
family and kin,
relish an escape,
yet tangible dream,
touched by verity

Otherwise known as the property manager
would be the name of the muppet
if Sesame Street happened 
to be in the market seeking
another character maintaining
his/hers, him/her, and they/theirs
role of minor boss
in the video game Cuphead.

Though geared
for the preschool set of kids
there needs to be
additional realistic animatronics
to reflect the so called
"real world" tragic/comics
circumstances, and I
would be the first
to sign up for said opportunity
to feign returning
volley for volley