To finish up our Memorial Weekend
a visit the previous week
before the crowds showed-up
Completely clamped between
two several-ton boulders
it could not be pried loose
Did the boulders move
in the wild winter storm surf?
I think not, the wood is balsa-like
spongy when wet and no doubt
hurled into a crevice where
it expanded when it dried
I'd be remiss not to mention
that the wood looked a lot
like a human bone
Be here now
all over again
Everything
is extra-alive
lubrious and slippery
Fractal moss on a rock
The rocks are sheltered from the wind
and the sun is May-time hot
Fortunately I toted
my custom parasol
Because it's hot on the rocks
I relocated to the shade
I can easily understand
irrational flower celebration
these were picked by someone
and left strewn on a picnic table
and a sloping tree
to dry out in the sun
Spare the air day or not
I decided to entertain myself
with a small fire
Naturally logs ignite
and go out agaun
But where there's smoke...
there's fire
What's with all the young cats
with sharp anachronistic haircuts
and huge hillbilly beards?
I would never patronize
a barber so petty and mean as to
glue a quarter to the pavement
outside his entrance
Brought the flowers home
put them in a large beer mug
In demi-sleep
my mind was
forming a mosaic
out of memory
fragments
23 May 2017
