Midas Touched Junkyard
The mobile mind indomitable
the rider of life waves
with curled crests of fractured moonbeam
and dark agony troughs of drowned stars
spread breaking on the shore of the past.
The crushed sands carve seaward footprints
the weathering antique contours of decay
time arrow points to topography beyond the shore
away from the eroded wasteland abandoned
where landfill devours the unusurped hopes.
The weed-webbed terrain deep within
piles the wreckage of life unlived
the flushing garden turns metallic maze
the pathway paved outside its fence
waits to be walked
to the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow.
The invented alchemy of memory
glitters gold in the rusted crust of ruins
marigold blooms in the scrap heap
in the Midas touched junkyard.
October 7, 2019
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