my vision, a few clouds as well
and more trees then the eyes can
realisitically imagine... an infusion
of colors, ripe as fruit stand in
between me and my judgement;
ferns on the porch rails hang
hummingbird feeders empty
due to the cracked concrete steps
in front of them... restless souls
walk in the shoes of the living,
spirits ride bareback on currents
of wind Satan sent to bring home
the trophy... silent footsteps make
indentations on the wet ground,
where seeds are freshly sown...
time dwells out in the open for
all to see as they rapidly age
from one day to the day, afraid
to show their old faces for fear
of being bullied... we rhyme the
reason for the fire when there is
nothing to cook on the fireplace;
haunting images that stand on the
backs of all those less fortunate.
April 29, 2023
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