KINNELON, WANTING
(a change of season)
Only the wild dresser knows the
things I'm seeking - Reality marked
in a flask, 'midst a vacuous shield,
erupting from things within.Don't ask.
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It is early morning here outdoors;
the new light sings while the birds,
it seems, cheer as Summer carries
on. The food truck idles, and a
lone and solitary man is now seen
struggling with a cart of frozen meats.
-
No hydraulics lift the sun.
No dark matter shuts out the sky.
Everything is present at once,
and all is singularity.
-
I remember you walking in, past the
glass doors and the lamplight fixture.
You carried yourself with a certain
elan I could never attain nor reach -
a lovely doe, whose mother was gone.
This was really all a mystery, and there
was something about the time, the light,
and the idea now of a change of season.
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