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Vintage? Perhaps Peering through clearest marble, expanding eye visions, purity of green glass, smooth as a time-worn pebble feet felt in blue bay, summer water on silt, imagined deep brown, murky. yellow eyes, pierced black, peeped amid reeds guarding a blackened, brackish shore; castoffs, sequestered collective, joined us all in senses infinite; until time dies where I wade out to meet the frayed clouds forming, absorbing faded sun-glint horizon on bubbled, frosty-death glistening. I would buy all of you and hold you, wedged in undersized pockets, play on unforgiving sand outside school in snow-melt spring, ceding space with small, prying thumbs marking a place for entry, to be won or lost, gamble to gain more of you to covet, but burst stitching in pants, cast off to echo on floorboards, post recess, collected by the annoyed, ruling man. A child does not yet conceive untimely fate for each of you. And now, my turn to be buried deep in white within a black, grimed corduroy space. But I do not gleam like you, as age burns us all to ash. It takes only one of you to carry one of me to the earthen place. 3.12.22 33 lines we go back and forth through time, making it infinite in our reality, imagined. there's not science to back it up, but even eggheads don't hold all the answers to the mysteries poets explore. remembering what is what like to hold up a pure marble and use imagination to envision, as a poet does with memory to recall what it felt like, where it takes me now and how I relate as a child and an old man with one poem to carry with me to the grave. in fact, a metaphor that implies deep, but it doesn't take much to get past that surface, knowing (if only subconsciously) how close we are to it...D-E-A-T-H You held my nose in it. I said it was just fine, The smell intoxicating, Brute strength divine. Because, I could have fought you, But chose not to care How I was treated By the likes of you, Because, My mother said only love. While I love myself more, It didn't take time to devise How time would even every score. It was no work. No work to be done. We each are judged From only one up above. Tell your mother you love her, even if you think her wrong. Just a lad's spirit guide, not a god damn oracle. and, stop looking for answers. keep eyes open for serendipity. life's about having fun. at least, that's how I'm Told it's done. |