Another day of decadence and
contemplative indolence
attempting to glean wisdom
from the sky and the trees
The Life of Man
One is born
of woman
One realizes
a separate identity
Polymorphous perverse play
sensuality and inner world
forever blowing bubbles
The superego takes root
One becomes a bit
of a swell-headed hard ass
Slowly
One grows deep
Competition becomes
normative
( does that guy on the right
look familiar?)
Following One's adolescent
One finds a way across
the sexual divide
The height of One's prowess
the command of one's gifts
follows on
One grows wise alone
The young are charged
with One's well-being
or once were
Youth does not mock
One's decline
it reveres one's struggle
One gives up the ghost
with a sigh
the universe am I
How the clouds looked
a skyward expression
of seasonal change
Color
attracts me
into the garden deeply
Me and my butterflies
They are quite large
and not shy of me
We are where
the wild things are
Ragged skies
at twilight
The clouds were a thicket
tangled baskets
viscous as egg drop soup
They were too much
for the human eye
let alone the eye
of the camera-phone
The Golden Eternity
came near
Thunder and lightning
approached
The skies
in transformation
the gulls cry and cry
and stay on the wing
After dark came the rain
and a prolonged period
of electrical storm
Long dragons of lightning
like rivers
mapped
the black sky
A few days later
in the Parkside garden
After the first rain
the earth turns
autumnal
11-13 September 2017
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