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.
