Love Potion No. 9

This is the most beautiful day
Of all time: 80 clear degrees,
Summer sunlight jazzing a slope of trees
Like broccoli against the so-blue sea, boats,

Tiny jewels adrift, silent on the horizon.
From my car parked in front of a church
I can watch the most beautiful boy
I have ever seen mow the lawn: he's blond, maybe 16,

Very tan, skinny, just wearing baggy black shorts,
And all the long young muscles move
Under his warm brown skin
As he shoves the big mower around,

His kid's angel face placid and purposeful....
All the way back along the fast hilly highway
Stands of evergreens and oaks soak up the sun,

Thinking of the boy and the sea. Racing
The twist of roads home, the beautiful gargle
Of twin camshafts at 4000 rpm tells me
That this is all I need: 5 P.M. melon-colored sunlight

Slanting over the silver hood. What greens
In the trees, what a rich cerulean sky, what joy
Kicking it down into third
And screaming around the curve,

Soundgarden on the radio, and the retinal image
Of the grass-mowing kid even better than Tiepolo,
Better than Brahms, reachable, ecstatic, true.
O this is the world I want without end.

~The strangest thing happened- reading my regular poetry web site, I randomly thought of this poem. I'd only read it once before and simply could not recall either the poet or the title. And the next poem link I clicked on the site, it was this poem. Amazing. A sign? The poem was posted, by the way, in response to a reader who wanted poems that encapsulated that rare feeling of great and indescribable happiness we get at times.....