So engaging as usual
Violets of all variety drift to and fro
The graves of poppies
Parted by a sky
And as purple, as snow
We all meditate
Try and find our sun
Some more than others
Some realising they have not one
Trees hold our life span
Across leaves as plain as you may
Deprived, abyss-like minds
When will thoust shine on me?
Ponder & wonder
February morning walk,
Seltzer-bubbles lather sky,
Sun incubating, not to be bothered.
Broken squad of geese,
Laundry machine spoiling peacefully in leaves
Stand of ebony trees, lichen machines, arms outstretched
Silently necromancing the prometheal soil
Raising crocus and stonefly and other springtime voodoo.
Encounter two men, listless,
Wrestling a grocery cart out of a storm drain
Faces glossed with iron-age purpose, constancy.
One is wearing my father’s coat, the other
Casts his gaze through me, singular fenris
Eye probes, finds nothing. Carries on.