For The Rest Of My Life Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

and for the unrest..
.for the jocular, if seemingly arid, profundities...in elements as yet undiscovered...

discovered?

.....would you claim discovery?

.they limp and squaddle...dance....
.... shine with an arcane light.. surprise you
in bleniferous doings...from behind a tree....from a crack in the sidewalk or a discarded, nearly transparent wrapper
.they sweep a starshower across the sky...was it there? ...did you blink?
did you
hear
their feet, each toe of their incisively pattering prescapes distinct as a note
being repitched for accuracy...a sweeter, purer sound...gracefully lurid, as it laughs
at
your
benighted comprehension...
yet
welcomes you....beckons....and you follow...
hand on hip, testing the wind with a moistened paw prong....
you hear the laugh...again...and again....