steady waves of rainbows coming in
to gentle touch the ever yielding shore
the many multitudes who e’er begin,
the constant flows of all who still need more
that mastery of none
whose hearts still yearn;
a skirmish never won,
the endless churn —
and still upon the banks of stolen eyes
the color breaks into its many parts;
the wearing off of that last bit of guise,
the turning over of our lemon carts
the neighing of a horse
that’s gone astray;
the staying of their course —
the ripples way
this is beautiful, thank you. today i shall try again to live as deliberately as nature and with your poem in mind to give and dance with its rhythms.
Holly-
Angel in the dust