runic whale
An older lady,
with wisdom unmatched
by myself
wandered up, unabashedly
rash rascal,
racing to the doorway,
I held open.
“Thanks young man.”
Graciousness in the
growth of generational
gaps. She taps into her charms,
explores but never harms her—
surroundings
sounding out sonic
sawdust shavings
with the lyricism
reminiscent of
sweeter songs.
“I feel bad for you kids son”
Heartfelt
nothing. The retreat of
rambling by the ridiculous
and now ominous warnings
by the clueless, yet clued in.
“I don’t know
what i’d do
with myself
nowadays”
She meant every word.
“Have a good day pal”
I’m wiping tears from my
eyes, my brain tricked
my body, to cry from
the heart, via art
of persuasion,
temptation
temptress,
she so often
is. This betrayal of
body and mind, mine to
consider, the lord’s to deliver.
What a hypocrite.
muted bloom
rare orbit
rich plover
opaque dirge
tiny coyote
exotic kelp
hoary oasis
rough merlin
quasi crown