Languor Afternoons
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Languor Afternoons
David J Walker
I
The odd stone was a family heirloom
And a friendly oracle
Always quietly
thinking of the future
Collecting visions of the past
I stared for hours
Before I asked
for its wisdom
It would simply smile
But only for a while
Before returning to its mineral leanings
II
The fouls flying in
Single file
Sang in scales
Alone
In solos of discord
Searching for
A flocks choir to join
Two were baritone
The rest sang in pitch
unknown
III
The man in the mirror
Whom I did not recognize
Asked me politely
If it’s time to give up
Any hope for change
Or
Had the time past
to challenge the effects
of age and gravity
Shall I be condemned
for self-fulfilling vanity
IV
How much easier it is
To live
In the past
rather than in
The future
Where I can be the oracle
Of all certain things
Inescapable
I am numb
with questions
From those in
Impending times
To come
Where I am the
Denizen stranger
V
Languor rain on an
autumn afternoon
the sun refuses to show face
disgraced
by good intentions unmet
but
I am open to an
Unannounced extended stay
I have yet to
curse September rain as
It comes
When it comes
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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