huddled across porcelain doors swinging
where none harbor envy,
bards slip between impossible raindrops
unrhymed hysterical snowflakes.
and their songs transition to cool water entries
escorted by tender winds,
the warmth of a newly painted room
framed by a symphony of verse unfolding,
multicolored collective masterpieces
millennials past.
times ago
vanguard poets’
crossed from green bogs to chocolate farmlands,
beginning each day with elemental misty shivers
from wet lofty hair.
then a flight sunward and back
shaking off earth's dust
to better recognize reflection:
for they understood
when transformation arises
vibrancy blazes forever.
and these whisperers carry forward in broken sandals:
fleshed feet to buffalo grass
bald toes to spring grass,
if only to survive the danger
augured from Pan's clay pipe,
breath unconcerned with borders,
intellect cut with skepticism,
a piece of mind steeled from life’s uncertainties.
7/31/2025