HOPE

HOPE

I love the day the first, fresh scents of spring
suffuse the air and pervade the senses.

An AEIOU bird toots its hollow
horn outside on the A595.

A celebratory genesis is everywhere.

Mother earth
is giving birth,
menstruating season
and ovulating dawn.

Fresh lovers maunder hand in hand and
knee-deep in redolent flowers
into shade to take repose
by cool, running waters.

Sybaratical sylphs swoop in sentient air.

The blue sky arches and swoons,
I bridle the mind and race apace to the shore
where seabirds scream
from the ragged rocks,
O is it their love-song or elegy?

Waves make gentle love to the shore
marrying together stunning juxtapositions
of all unlikely Orders of Being.

Liquid night spills on
O sleepless omen moon
who shines like an electric coin
and seems to be in love w/ the sea:
she scatters her jewelry box all around.

Homework tonight is to
remember your dreams.

I prefer telepathy to 10p.

Because the world goes round and round.

 

◄ I KNEW THAT SHE LOVED ME

THE SOLIPSISTIC KITCHEN OF FICTION ►

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