Saturday, October 11, 2014


When the like strikes me,
I'm hourless. We nip
Potato chips. We
Sip lemon mint tea
In Diana's woods

Where rabbits sometimes
Hide behind humans
When they chase. The flowers,
The bean plants, the sun,
The weird brown lizard

Who haunts Diana's
Studio shadows,
The mountain, the lake,
Beauty "like living
With a grand old friend,"

The rumble and roar
Of the rural road
And forever mowed,
Manicured golf course
Rising from below,

All beg conclusion,
A witticism,
A plot twist, crisp, quick,
Slightly ironic,
Enough time to go.

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