Heavy morning fog
Turns misshapen cedar trees
Into monstrous gods
Heavy morning fog
Turns misshapen cedar trees
Into monstrous gods
Let’s not be hasty,
Jumping to quick conclusions.
Words are only words,
Merely imperfect symbols
Never actual meanings.
One fleeting moment
Captured for eternity
Shared with friends afar
On the Avenues
Today an urban tortoise
Of heroic scale
Basking calmly in the sun
Unconcerned for drivers fear
Today,
I sit in silence
Relishing the quiet.
Dog upon my lap,
Ample enough to host the cat,
Without discord or feud
Together we all snooze
As the rain outside
Yields to brighter skies
Inviting me to rise.
A momentary urge
Suppressed by purrs and fur.
And so we linger here
With neither drive nor fear.
Today.
There is a label
That fills me with zero joy;
Anhedonia
I spent several hours waiting around the courtroom today. Perhaps these may express some sights and sounds of this misspent day:
1. A commentary on the plea agreement system:
Quiet Consultation
—–
Attorneys whisper
Secret, sotto voce, songs
Sibilant hissings
Singing with the A/C’s sigh.
Thus his fate is decided.
~
2. An examination of the contrast between expectation and reality:
Resounding Thud
—–
With that gavel fall
Shallow party dreams collapse
Back into the hole
~
And so it began
A cultural cancer spreads
The Golden Arches
Summer’s aroma,
Herb rub and hickory smoke,
Whetting appetites
And testing diner’s patience
Throughout this long afternoon
A nadir is reached
In Cimax, Colorado
Ten below in May