Luis Costa, Jr

The explosion of darkness has fallen,
a magical sparkling blue mist rises up above Travers Pond. Bringing an uproar of croaking frogs as they dance and prance in their fig leaf tees.
Celebrating a magical twilight,
where their newborns learn how to leap from tree to tree. The ground rumbles as I descend,
emotionally disturbed; mentally exhausted,
shivering with the cold sweats.
Mail piling up with overdue debts;
that makes me feel blue.
Is just a sample of this poetry story that awaits for you.