The day 'miracle' was spelled with a 'y'

"The day 'miracle' was spelled with a 'y'
we drove to the beach with the windows down
reading poetry and feeling sorry for the
people spending their Sabbath at Adventure City.


The Women of Troy looked on as the Greeks and Trojans
fought on the shores of the Pacific
while a kaleidoscope of kites played
ring around the rosie in the soft blue sky.


"would you rather live in california or florida?"


on this day we realized that twenty dollars
means "we're rich!" and we also decided to
give up on broken soda machines and
never settle for anything less than perfect.


the day 'miracle' was spelled with a 'y'
the sun danced over the water looking
just like a bride's veil.
(there's going to be a wedding soon!)


it was the day the sunset in a splendor
of irradescent primrose while we warmed
our sandy toes over the smoldering embers
of our cheerful bonfire.

it was the night i went crazy
feverishly imprisoning memories
to greasy In-N-Out receipts.


the day 'miracle' was spelled with a 'y'
we tried to tell Scott that poetry (like women)
is meant to be loved, not understood.


the day was spent looking forward to the night:
the hope of heaven makes the trip to earth worth while."