Seek Sneak Peek From Out The Blue After David Adams N'Kima Speaks Forelock Tipped To Jovial Scavenger Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

He reached down, carressed her scar
and she remembered herself.
This rhyme she did not brush away
or shake, remained like Shaka the lion
She knew she was all ears, should stay.

Ear scratching pleasantly reveals
brain teasing ticklers light as Spring breeze
that begin and end
text messages
or calls from out the brightest blue
dispersing the MUST for inner might, the past's clog logs
fallen, replaced by dialogues
that beetles away from distasteful time-traps,
snub grubs, grab dainty morsels.

Dishevelled, clothes in disarray,
he lay awaiting her return,
patient without watching
the movement of all
the humming of the city,
Internet buzz and double clicks
proving mouse pads
refute the bugs that move
behind the page ink link.

Were they destined for each other
without Bragg_in, bussing to breathe debt free
where playing for time met cusp watershed springs
to and through unpolluted air clear across the ocean.

She knew him not at first, and yet
rode beside window
whispering awakening.