Lips and minds and three young birds
atop a tree, astride a brook, anointing a king
freely given and hopefully ridden, beside the point and
gone, gone, gone for the afternoon-
that’s the way the world frees itself and each creates a new day.
We know the hour work begins and when supper should be taken,
so why can’t led light shine bright as the average American’s dreamcup
as in long enough to light a spark
Of revolution and ignite an inspired habit?
Little foam men inside a drawer
speak volumes, dig ditches and read their own Bibles
through the afternoon and into the evening,
extension of thought much as business can be begotten of want and