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“A Respite”

“A Respite”

A respite in the air today and news,
And down the chute comes something nice,
Some piece of fond assurance, the sweetness of advice
To justify past days and weeks of toil and views
Obscured by all that’s loud and cumbersome above;
Below, scenarios of arteries and paths
Through streets on seamless days. No dragons’ nostrils’ wrath
Knows no better than to lie between the wings of doves
Or gentle nestlings in the palms of all the psalms of fortune.
Today a gentle width in avenues and boulevards
And all the right-of-ways are opened wide, the gloss of plastic cards
In bank machines, the brighter melodies of shallow i-Tunes
Whistled in the mind on buses at the hour of noon.
A mystery witnessed in the heart, eternity cut short too soon.

“Each Week’s Saturday Morning”

Conga_Line_by_kilara

“Each Week’s Saturday Morning”

Each week’s Saturday morning’s
Christmas. Up! Mom’s Symphony of the Pans
And banging clarion call to breakfast and the plan
For what token chores are mine with adagio of warnings
From Dad that lawns exist to be mown,
And trashcans created to be emptied first
And always before the adolescent glory of the moment’s thirst
For liquid interests and mental roaming—readings sewn
In drawings etched in the total freedom of an early afternoon;
At sixty-eight, each week-end’s ritual sleep-in leans
Toward a piety in all that matters. Weaned,
Souvenirs of many moons and melodies of countless tunes
Each spawn a zeitgeist, cut in curious Fandangos
as Conga lines decide what’s truly blessed:
The week’s remembrances’ memes recalled
…but all I want to do is rest.

Fandango

…painting at top by Kilara of DeviantArt…