Racoon Honeymoon

At twilight, a racoon honeymoon

is bathed in silver— from the side

 

of your eye, heaps of trash make

immaculate dunes—an altar raised

 

to the moon in offering for a dry

June. From overgrown shell, a snail

 

toddles— is late bearing rings

for the couple who patiently wait.

 

As fireflies spark kindling to a

grey-blue sky, a pair of deer rub

 

noses, smelling nuptials as they

blow in gentle puffs to say hello.

 

When at once these two are one,

their fingers interlaced, a warm

 

breeze sets flowers wild, bobbing

as moths place tiny blooms

 

to crown these wedded racoons.

Approving crickets chirp—

 

their wings all flap and clapping

lend percussion to greyish loons—

 

A serenade on the lagoon.