big hat sophisticate,
move out of the way,
the dark tower is calling
with its ebony glass
leaving onlookers reflective,
yet never reaching in.
an excuse to be encompassed by
something other than…

privileged to pass by palm trees,
meandering through the morn beside
sails and symbols, roman numerology,
scales and syllables,
alternate geography,
but still the heat remains.


destructed walkways labeled construction
yellow tape and orange barrels
sandals collecting sand
planet starbucks surpassed
and on we walk to the fountains
where children cool their skin
and shower themselves with grins and giggles.
the tempo unheeded, hidden from flamingo feet,
composed as fantastical symphonies,
but still the beat remains.

moods unguarded,
uprooting started,
umbrellas in the sun.
reminded by melodies of days called Young –
inconsequential, still this remains.


all has changed, and so stays the same.

07/11/2005

Posted on 07/11/2005
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