Moments before mayhem
It was a time of happening
He was bright eyed in the cafe
Hands moving hotly over hers
They needed no Cabinet to guide them
It was a time of happening
She would walk quickly in her sturdy shoes
On her tender slim ankles and he would
Be there to shelter her as the peanuts
Exploded from under the fern where
He had placed them yesterday
And her face would shine in radiance
Of a score settled as the elephant so
Long ignored raised its trunk to blare
At the slivers of sparkled glass
Falling like ice chipped fire rain
It was a time of happening
And her tender face luminous with purpose
Passion and possibility
Agreed to walk the irrevocable
Path he fervently did recommend
As diners sat innocent laughing
About them and she fingered the
Plastics she would perfectly place
It was time for happening
She nodded
He smiled
Their eyes burning bright
In those mystic unveiled
Moments before mayhem
hummmm....a time we rarely reconize, ...time before mayhem.
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