monstrous maples
skyscraping oaks neck-bending elms
their green balm slathers me
I walk invited by the shade
robins that fly
through the silence
fishing for worms
on endless seas of lawn
the youthfulness of June
a vacationing sun
dragging suitcases
of white clouds behind her
an east coast summer
begins as I leave
just a visitor
on old turf
a memory thief
with a bag
of old coins
free to go unnoticed
everyone here
too busy
minting
the present
today the clouds are ice flows in an artic blue ocean steppingstones my mind skips over trying not to fall in not as slow as a polar bear would creep across the sky hunting for its thing in another wo
day is obstacles duties hustle mental mazes sensual skirmishes it is here and now front and center talk and listen running with the light hiding in shadow night is full of emptiness days of swallowe
if you’re able-bodied on a boat with oars would you help paddle to reach land? this world is a sinking ship desperate to find safe harbor and frankly I doubt we’ll make it without all hands on deck ba