08-17-2022, 10:07 AM
Summer bored, even heat and humidity on vacation,
a burnt orange Buddhist stands at our path’s bifurcation.
Face leathered with wisdom, he offers gold medallions
his silence doing the talking. We flow like cool water
following its course to the glow of a seventies sun,
Ms. Gaynor proclaiming both she and disco aren't done.
We watch children play soccer in a dance of Brownian motion
and the multitude diffuse tethered to the companion
of their choosing. None but we notice the shadow
of the falling leaf, a simple grey-scale butterfly
fervently chasing the last husks of summer.
a burnt orange Buddhist stands at our path’s bifurcation.
Face leathered with wisdom, he offers gold medallions
his silence doing the talking. We flow like cool water
following its course to the glow of a seventies sun,
Ms. Gaynor proclaiming both she and disco aren't done.
We watch children play soccer in a dance of Brownian motion
and the multitude diffuse tethered to the companion
of their choosing. None but we notice the shadow
of the falling leaf, a simple grey-scale butterfly
fervently chasing the last husks of summer.