to share in her company
hearkens rays
of artful sunlight
offering perigean spring tides
of cordial rescue
from this wintry cloak
of distress
rapt amid a verdant daydream
by virtue of her clovered glance
if only life could be as free
where russian blues
and thoughts of her
smiling in tranquility
give respite
for a simple moment’s fleeting
Max, or Not 