Early afternoon delightful balmy zephyr...

February third two thousand and twenty

Yours truly secreted away

within heavenly nook

upon secluded hideaway property

2 Highland Manor apartment, I betook

myself to safe haven took

catch rays (sunbeams),

while crossword puzzle book

(moderately challenging)

draped across lap,

fast forward hours later

(think 11:08 PM)

ruminating idea for poem

analogous to experience

being "on tenterhook"

essentially writer's H&R block

accounted for sullen mood,

no idea how to brook

shining figurative searchlight

across fifty shades

of gray (gobletty) germane glock

kin spiel - saving grace ad hoc

mine complex thinker

attempting to cook

up reasonable rhyme word

earning accolade yumzook.

Whew in nick of time satisfactory

notion dawned before dawn

after (believe me you) me entire

body, mind and spirit felt whipsawn

until... lo and behold preceding and

following mental juices did spawn

hoopfully noah intent

to affect extreme creative brawn

merely to entertain any passerby

hmm... perhaps even a

celebrity named Goldie Hawn

probably no relation to Cheryl Hahn,

a cute girl (now grown woman)

who also attended

Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

ah... once a pawn

a time, when boyhood found me

blissfully daydreaming,

hankering, and luxuriating

within overgrown lawn,

where no trace of civilization

seen for bajillion miles,

an ideal environment

one lad extremely withdrawn

found sanctuary and

succumbed into deep sleep

after he did continuously yawn.