A man urinates
behind the sanctuary of foliage.
Waves rollicking onward, incandescent
sparkle in its million dollar smile.
Distant motor thrum
echoing into the quiet lapping,
nonchalant heartbeat steadily gurgling.
Horizon’s teeth snarling,
distant jungle peaks belie
Time’s stolen serenity.
A man fishes,
coaxing the sea for its hapless children.
A wayward slaughter,
cat & mouse struggle of the enigmatic maw.
Wind lulls as if a dream,
quiet seconds in the cacophony world.
True majesty of such moments
will too soon fall into the muck and whirl.
What a beautifully wasted retrospect,
a silent confessional filed
to “Rain check”...
...stolen moments of clarity
Watch the synchronized avian cylinder
gyrate majestically over
ephemeral cerulean
as elderly folks enjoy the scenery,
hands unclasped, a weathered familiarity—
treading along the twilight track,
Gaea offers solace oft overlooked,
a parting tableau.
A man crabs,
pacing cantankerously:
mother-hen craning
testing tautness
seeking the thrill of the pull.
What unsuspecting prize
lies within his submerged prison?
A man
plagued with gout
waddles along:
boisterous blue bucket in tow,
wilting pole weeping morosely.
Bulge kisses rails,
conforms and squeezes
holding hopes of greener days.
Life’s multiformity walks here:
all restless husks gazing outward
pursuing what became lost.
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