Frank Remus

A breeze blew in my ear. Birds chirped. Pigeons were careening. Gravel was dry for a large expanse. Its granuals were neatly packed. The sky was blue with a faint white wash of cloud, like daubs of paint. Buildings were quiet and still. Cars passed by with moderation, as trees swayed with the wind. It was always clear and true. I didn’t always see it that way, working through grief, and the like. A crow cawed and she swooped over the rooftops, while other crows cawed like tiny dogs. Two crows came in from the west, soaring. One was further in the distance. Another was to my direct right. Suddenly they were gone. I could hear distant crow barks and a siren wailed after that. Blue skies were high and pale. A huge white ghostly Brillo pad hovered above me. Painterly streakes went for long stretches. Silence brought me a moment with energy. The Orb of sun lit my face well, making shadows and detail on the snow. I was looking at an immense beach, with glistening water -more like a lagoon. Dark and shiny water burbled with the wind. It was shimmering and glistening. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A dog barked at the long foggy roar from the north. Pages of my love diary flapped. It was breezy. The sunshine was warm. It was a beautiful Christmas morning. A late start, I groaned when I got up. I let the pessimism disperse. Blue sky came clear with long artistic buffs from a wide brush. A crow cawed 4 times as she passed. I was looking for frogs in the ice lake when a crow cawed 5 with a laugh. Another crow cawed 5 in response, then added 8 more, as she flapped with her big black wings. A silent crow followed behind. Snow texture looked like fossil sea coral flattened for imprint. A rumble came from the north. The dog barked again, like an oboe. The large conch shell slowly swirled while sparrows flew. I gave myself wide berth to be reborn for my son and my heartthrob. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Black tar was pressed by the outlines of her long shiny black hair. The tree still with leaves rustled with an ever-renewing sound. There was no end to the leaf variations. Above me, two clouds looked as brains. One was more like a frosty jellyfish with wispy feathers. The other was more like a cauliflour than a pine cone. It also had long wispy trails that extended like vibrating feathers. There were such fine and delicate hair-like strands on the back of a flea or a shrip. The biggest and largest cloud feather that rivaled a white peacock then appeared. Distant clouds streaked like long strands of white angel hair. Trees echoed the sky wisps with long strands of naked spears, more like finely-tuned veins, extending and reaching for the clouds. Her mountain of love curved elegantly, with evergreen clusters. A pigeon flapped with the breeze. It was warm and relaxing in the sun. I could not ask for anything better, this Christmas -for life and renewal and rebirth -the positive things of this Earth. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The ice sheet was gently sealed. It sparkled in the sunlight. It murmured with the wind. Cars hissed and roared, groaning as they turned. Snow-capped houses were asleep. Suddenly there was a long ridge of cloud that stretched for miles and miles, looking so much like hair and feathers. It was the longest eyelash in the world. Or else, it was the biggest eyebrow. It was the only thing that made any sense. It made me fall in love with Anna -her beautiful eyebrows and eyes. She makes me melt deeper and faster than the sunlight itself. In an instant, I am overcome for my beloved. She is my utmost cure. She influences my heartbeat for good. I want her so close, I want her so near. I love that lithe dark soulmate woman. She is my soulmate, Anna. My adoration loves her kissing. My sunrise loves her baby. My heaven loves her newborn. My touch loves her love making. My sun loves her children.

My sunrise loves her temples. My classical music loves her song. My white clothes loves her costuming. My sexual climax loves her electrical charge. My money loves her ethics. My white loves her Christmas flower. My gathering loves her gourmet food. My happiness loves her hug. My attractiveness loves her authentic. My willingness loves her goal. My healing loves her climax. My true loves her beauty. My joy loves her glory. My avowing loves her destiny. My affirming loves her agreed. My cheerful loves her optimistic. My constructive loves her productive. My caressing loves her health. My celebrating loves her reward. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight.” -Isaiah 45:2. I love Anna Dirksen.