All the long stem grasses
Have gone to seed
The Queen Anne’s lace has proliferated
And the afternoon shadows
Overtaken the lawn
About the fall there’s
Little room for doubt
Nor is there need for further effort
Henceforth everything shall
Proceed by grace
Time flows through my veins
Rocks are the sort of thing
I simply choose to go around
Yes, I'm persistent
And impetuous
Single minded
But multidirectional
On occasion I've been known
To reverse myself
At times I think on a monumental scale
And am perfectly comfortable
Playing the long game
Carving up continents
With the ease of a knife
Passing through butter
You can follow me upstream
To my native source
Where you'll find
I'm hyper articulate
Though fond of digression
And forever changing course
Like language itself
I am the river
Never one or the same
Time flows through my veins
Every second another drop
The high holy days
Of summer - the zinnia
Beds in full glory
The butterflies with
Their anthers full - the humming birds
Incessantly humming
The bucket of cherry tomatoes
Overflowing - the sun drenched
Kiss of hypertrophic growth
Everywhere on display yet
Indolence abounds
And even the red hibiscus
Singing its arias can’t keep me
From succumbing to the
Swinging cadence of a nap in
The backyard hammock
