CYBER CITY PARK

by Jansen Estrup

A place I've found again, anew
as varied as a child's dark grue.
visions there are wishfully wry,
devulge a joyful cup, a brew
of words to cause a mem'ries stew.

Like old men playing cards or squares
deal pawns and queens with carnal care,
They share a thought, a dream, some lies,
as peddlers raising armies dare
arrange a banner's caustic blare.

And yet collective wit have they
amassed through summed up year and day,
I find them apt with thought, and wise,
so ept at turning phrase and play
each one has something mute to say.

And so I wander glad each morn
among keyboards and synapse worn
the universe's ceaseless cries
thru eachothers' eyes forelorn
we mesh, collate, are dead and born

Akkadian, Marshman, travelers each
in wheel'd chairs, sweptup wing, afloatin' breech
and layer, tapper, awedged apogi(ees)
rooted well, a soaring reach
a forest park, a place to teach

That early feast and cryptic stroll
amongst towered spines and starry pall,
you rise up and in turn enthrawl
and so and so and so and I
do thank you each and one and all