In the realm of the mind
the good that has been destroyed
is always brought back, restored
with its power intact—
evil and its minions have no chance,
to the point of they being the ones
who cry out for justice.
The sun dips itself into the harbor
water, swimmers of all ages
joining in like minnows.
A man carries a bag of books
down the street, excited to be soon
showing them to his lover—
the pages coming alive with a flutter,
sensing the fingers that will turn
them passionately toward the evening.