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Broken Glasses

The sun dappled patio 
     irresistibly beckoned 
     pillowed pad to bedeck 
     cement spongsbob
     square pant sized couch cushions
 
     leapt into field of view 
     as a posse able a gent
     provocateurs silently 
     conspiring as from  
     azure heavenly vault sent

thus busying mine hands created 
     simple bed to cradle this loner meant
as temporary escape from cares 
     and concerns of uncertain world rent
asunder by craven, frenzied, intractable, 

     lamentable, offal, rogues hell bent
on up-ending peaceful co-existence 
     across terrestrial plane where decent
folks (including this writer) live 
     to enjoy simple pleasures 

     donned with raiment	
acquired thrift-store or yard sale couture 
     affordable dollar, quarter or cent
thus bagged belongings 
     comprise wardrobe
 
     since personal preference 
     to expand content
of body, mind, and spirit triage 
     in tandem drinking warmth 
     of solar rays event

like manna to this *****Sapiens,
     who when basking 
     pondered where time went
and on picture perfect summer day 
     pastoral symphony of nature lent
 
removed bifocals 
to let photons of el sol
     this archetype
     laughingstock wannabe
     of Clark Kent

unaware spouse surreptitiously 
     snuck up perhaps 
     to steal a kiss or other pent
up animalistic call of the wild,
     which elements of huss style 

     anathema to a convent
where such nun sense 
     would be abominable, 
     but secular mores fervent,
especially when
 
     weather fires imagination 
     as witnessed by 59+ year spent
mortal male oblivious 
     to presence of wife 
     until she planted buttocks and bent

bifocals camouflaged 
     by matted materiel of a fold-up
     metal chair which accent
of Gluteus Maximus crushed
     side of frame wear 

     sole pair of spectacles dent
dislodging right side lens thus 
     to see in sharp focus 
     cheeky fate did prevent.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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