the breeze last night

(I can't explain the Johnny thing. If you go here maybe it will make sense. Probably not though)

Breeze

Last night
Johnny was a breeze
hiding all day
while the sun pushed him flat
into the grass
so that he could barely snake
between those green bending blades
gravity's nemesis
he urged them to sway

As the sun moved on
to some western place
Johnny rose
turning slightly
in the lengthening shade
brushing beneath
the apple tree leaves
and starting out
across the lawn

flowing headlong
into the warm red brick
and cooling it some
as he scratched his back
on the red stone

slipping across the cracked
pavement
where
like a jewel
the green moss etched the drive

sauntered onto
the blue porch
through cracked wooden rails
and neglected ferns

now that the day
had left the chipped blue paint
(left over from the kitchen)
letting it gleam again
in the street lights

Johnny curled around
a cigarettes glow
gathering a moments warmth
before twisting smoke
into some reminiscent spectre
(a tiny yearning hand)
and spinning it up
into summers moon