Being blessed
abreast this advantage,
perched upon a wooden palisade,
within a sprawl of Malus laden,
where contemplating all
comings and goings-
to some length-
seemed a
brawl
of sorts of
the movement
of others in the often
mundane blur of surviving….
.
Dour dominion,
suffering acute eyes in
wonderment, streets filled
with rapacious squawking hawkers,
and all the grousing animations of escapade
vendors plying the needy with homemade
food, tomfoolery, and the bric-a-brac
of some faraway place.
.
And being aware
that very
morning of a
shadowy tramp steamer
offloading some unavowed booty
into the hands of indurate panhandlers,
whose ultimate survival rested
at all costs
in the next sale
or satisfactory scheme
.
(to ensnare
those fleeceable
with the unnecessary)
.
Our agonist
felt relieved for
the scant distance
between there and this
pleasant vantage so effectively
set apart in rolling woodland hills,
a place where within his nostrils,
redolence brooded subtly of
sweet red apples,
the tart
crisp
whitish flesh
quietly beckoning him
without peddler’s schemes, or
an under-handed drama of strategies…
.
Smiling broadly,
he plucked one from
where it dangled, and after
consuming it, filled his haversack
for the continuing journey….

© richard lloyd cederberg


            Between the Cracks - A Monumental Journey Series