More the cynic
He'd become
It was no leaf
Smiling happily
At the tiny
hopper
No, it was
Guillotine
Ready to
Lop her
head
The night
He especially
Did dread
With the
Turning
Wheel of fortune
Jeopardy
Awaiting
Craven
The cynic cycle
Landing repeatedly
Upon bankruptcy
Giving it back
Headless hoppers
Haunting him
Sharp leaves
Cutting
Morning longed for
The beginning anew
Perhaps this day
Making it til noon
Quietly tipping
Not waking the
Cynic sleeping
In the other
Room.
Get you so far down
He was not supposed
So long to be around
The day he came
He began to die away
You could see it in
his eyes, the far away
gaze.
You should of known
better
I'm disappointed
in you
living like you
too will die.
Lots
It was darkest
After the light
So bright
Quit turning
Everything into
Salty tears
Just as the jet crossed the moon, the clouds obscured, reducing the shutter to 1/60 and making the jet ghostly. Sometimes unintended consequences are fine.
In 2020 they were tearing down old Williston High and Elementary this week. No one seems to mind, they have a new school out on 27. Somehow I mind, in a sentimental manner. Things done to Williston, once my hometown, still my hometown, still affects me. The First Baptist Church. Why did they keep the atrocious Neal building and build the uber ugly metal building beside it? The long abandoned Winn Dixie shell on 121. Bulldoze it how about it? The entire downtown parking on the store frontage. Why didn’t they tell DOT to shove it, build a bypass if you must. The city hall. What took so long? Top of hill. Why the empty field so long where Holiday Inn stood. Hospital. How it came to be closed a crying shame.
Chick Inn, Carse Oil. More sad Shame. I’m sounding way too negative on my town, there have been nice improvements. I just hate to come every Sunday and see the state it’s in, compared to my memory. I really dread coming this week and seeing a missing school. And finally, has Pesso been tar and feathered yet? And will someone run that Devils Den bunch out so we can skip school again there?
There is a yard every time this year the rain lilies take over. I never understand why they mow them down. But they do.
But then, people kill corn snakes and rattlesnakes too.
John Clare Stokes
Don’t look back little one
Once there was a son
Who at that very spot
When like you he was young
He jumped right in
Went below in the dark mire
One jumped in and rescued him
Or did he not ever come up?
Is it because they rhyme with memory
And thus they are in that family
Of things that move me?
But zinnia and gardenia are there as well
And as far as I can tell
They too bring me under the spell
In which I seem to have forever dwelt.
What of the magnolia blossoms?
Yes, to their opening ceremonies I run
Giddy as a boy with presents opening
Bidding my friends to come! Come!
Who placed this love of lilies within?
I want to meet and thank him
They say He has this grand garden
And if you are patient, he will come
And let you walk with him
In the cool of the evening.
You just point the camera up
And record what's happening up there
You either need to be a meteorologist
Give up photography
Or make that scene so compelling
We want to be up there floating.
