From my paperback book, "Bus Lights, Travel Sights"

Finding Helium As You Travel

Perhaps you think I have floated away 

among all these lusters.

Look for me- 

atop the hills of Kentucky,

with mint green grass 

and vivid, violet patches,

below cobalt skies.

Touch my sun-kissed skin-

while standing beside sepia white sandy shores,

bearing baby powder pebbles,

next to turquoise pearl seas,

below cerulean shamrock waves.

Search for my eyes-

across fields of inchworm olive green,

amid plants of purple pizzaz,

and leaves of screamin’ green,

flowers of cotton candy razzamatazz.

Hear my heart beat-

along the trails found on desert sands,

glowing as mango tango, orange maroon,

neon carrot, middle yellow, or bittersweet.

Hunt for my soul-

Within the regal St.Peter’s Church,

set surreptitiously atop

silver, periwinkle glaciers,

reflecting blizzard blue.

Taste my lips-

at the apex of the mountains,

made of eggplant, umber,

and sun-glow rock.

I sit and wait for you.