sweat
was beading on our heads, temperatures were scandalizing, most restraints were
downhill. our minds were exhausted. we felt the social stockade. it was
terrorizing to exhale.
her mother passed away, most studied
the inheritance, most were quite callous. some ingenious appeal, as awakened
suddenly, she was feared as too beloved. as it stood, everything went to a
grandchild, the funds were to be touched at eighteen.
made adorable made for gifts made
for studying. the child was sleep, she yelped at salience, she passed into
dreams. (it was her heart).
we
can’t define excellence, unless it means, we are first in line. some pawnbroker
as offering cash for souls, spirits, integrity. so entrusted to love so affected
by tragedy as too much to quiet anxiety: those loud corridors those resounding
trains where many are carried over: a box of mosquitoes a glass shattering
while we let persons enter. too challenged to win or just one last round if but
to hope for in-between. such funeral reminders such a child to night or members
greed for mammon.
palms to rediscovering some life
before travesty, if but to have those moments; if to own good memories if but
to design them a certain way, if but to summons equanimity. cherries are in
bloom, or vines with violet grapes, or peaches sweet with vengeance. so much
scheming so much horror while we wait for something special. as curious
inventors or treaders of an arc while finding us is difficult. it moves
quickly. it sounds like a parable. it’s often convenient.
(many don’t keep it, many piano or
switch pianos.) some are in demand. they are made of gold. we wonder why gold
would fade.
a violin is made expensive. it’s
placed on auction. the highest efforts will feel immortal. as a mind meanders
there is fruit or syrup or sugarcane. some tarrying to find us, or years
crawling through doors, or a second to deciding on honor.
