...while time flies , bums beg and Jesus saves,
a lost generation looks for the bootstraps
another generation used;

and, Plato spins in his eternal bed
all the time screaming:
"words are only symbols!"

we, wanting to be drunk with forgiveness,
instead, being human, are sobered
by our narcissistic vanity.

we watch wind-blown ripples push
the top of the river, evidence
no man can record.

it mirrors all above,
as it hides below:
submerging yet emerging

until it becomes a Monet pond,
a study in still-life movement
remaining locked in unborn memory.

we have the easel, palate and oils
and with one swish of the willow branch
the Earth is changed.

06/04/2005

Posted on 06/04/2005
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