These are fingersnap moments as I saw them
and took them down.
***
Reading Jack in the park
Back against the cool bark
Bugs on my arms are eternity.
***
Ducks lined up on a log in the pond. Litle
feathery soldiers fuffing and ferluffeling.
***
The lake glows turqouise, the colour of God's
eyes, silently rollng in quiet chaos. White
boats dot and dart, pulling white crumbles
behind them. The noise of the city grinds
on at my back. My ears fill with the babel
of the internal combustion engine.
***
The vast sandy sea speckled with sweating,
tanning humanity, living like Romans. Is this
your entitlement while the rest rot and die
in slums?
***
All desire has left my bones. All that remains
is a whisper of a man. I'm made of other stuff
than you.
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