Friday, August 5, 2022

dog days of summer

where you see one thing i see another 

depth where you see shallow 

generous to your narrow 

green to your grey 

hero to your callow 

you tease me with your pale colors 

amused by your coyote tricks 

while i smell the wolf 

and taste the winter 

of your summer 

there is no fool behind door #2 

no sycophant jester performing for the tools 

i see the glory while you see the grim 

sky blue to your idiot sublime 

waking up to your full cup 

again and again 

begin