Your window of opportunity

Hey!
Grab hold of this -
Your tiny, brief
Window of opportunity.

Plant out the moist dark earth
Of its window-box
- heritage green -
In sweet, dappled apple-mint
And pretty heartsease -
Sunny yellow
And velvet purple.

Polish round squeak, squeaky clean
Its thin, wavy window panes;
Reflecting in dark liquid
Pools of glass
An indigo blue sky and silver'd clouds.

Drape it within in snowy white
Curtains of lacy net
Embroidered with fairies.

Wash out your hair in
Chamomile and nettles,
Hang it loose, fly it free;
Henna and auburn,
Like a dark river of secrets
Stained tea-tree and golden;
Eddying, murmuring.

Hum haunting snatches
Of Patsy Cline
To bemused passers-by.

Let lazy summer evening breezes
Softly tink tinkle
Cut-glass crystal wind chimes.

Fling out the warm, sweet, spicey
Smell of ginger muffins,
Fresh-baked and steaming
Under a red check table-cloth,
Enticing lovers loitering in laneways
With dreams of domesticity and bliss.

Do all of this!
Now!
Please!

For fleeting is the moment,
Like a pale moth against dark night;
Flittering, fragile;
Tiny, temporary;
Dancing lightly, forever out of reach
And gone tomorrow.