Eidolon

Everything is normal so not much to sing or say. No summer thunderstorm, the snow was magical only for an hour. Old men aren’t removing women’s panties with removable dentures. A belly laugh now and then, an empty belly’s holy. With simple joy mortals may forget to fear their deaths. Simply put, we do not survive. But what an adventure! I heard an archangel cry Don’t hurt the trees! Also, save democracy. Also, stop barking, believing in that higher power. What’s Ken doing today? Watching TED talk lectures, planning next Spring’s garden. It’s Death, not the Jewish king, in your rose garden. As climates change species escape predators and predators chase down prey. Choose sacrifice or blame. I look at faces and they look at mine, mute, animated spirits, black wet rocks, victims among flames. I embrace my anonymity, lost in my own city, in the shade of a gazebo, a mosquito’s acceptance of its position among a million mosquitoes.