long winter nights and feelings
of impotence, urgings to do
something, Emerson called
quiet desperation.
police rushing by on empty streets,
their destination known, they
can strike at evil and be done,
but quiet musings of future
happiness move little,
and gallop like the grass.
when these longed for vistas
remain so taut, when legs of iron
seem so molten, the photo finish
wished for comes unglued, and new
adventures forget attachments
in albums in melting hot sun.
It is always an indeed pleasure to read such fine well written artistic work. I love coming out to my favorite den where you all inspire me so much every day. What I read share and know is such a wonderful view. Stay focused and always write on.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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