On a Friday night,
As my baby girl peers into her phone,
Happy near to papa,
A distant shimmering light,
Eludes me,
On the horizon of my deepest innermost,
An illusive savor,
Escapes my senses.
Heaven teases me,
Flashes its smile and hides its face again,
Peek-a-boo to you,
And an indescribable happiness,
Flirts with my soul.
Oh mystic modern father,
In little known,
Somewhere Florida!
New American Spring 