what with all the street and house lamps
burning not as bright as Heaven's Stars
but still worthy of our acknowledgements;
our Japanese Maple was cut back severely
as it so happens to be and both times a
more beautiful tree in a few years emerged
until it grew so bold it was cut back again
and while we were awaiting the results
our imaginations are for the spectacular;
a blue bird sits upon her eggs and wonders
if her children will grow strong and free...
a patient cat sits underneath her nest and
refuses to return home for evening supper,
crowds of people pack the highways in
desperate attempts to arrive before the holidays
loaded with cases full of season's greetings
not worried about the bills until Spring rains;
my heat soaked body is finally retrieved from the
watery furnace of one hundred and three degrees
just as my thoughts are about to digress into
the bottomless pit of forgotten memories
always replaced with more current versions
of what it might be like to live in a world of love
where all creatures became as friendly as
those found in a public zoo where visual
consumption is quietly arranged with tickets
overlooked when Heaven's Stars appeared.
14 November 2020
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