Serenading Perspective
Scanter hours of daylight during fall.
Without your grace, I’d not be here at all.
Lilies can smell dew in the countryside.
Sitting on the green and resting side-by-side.
The Quahog calm has a clear few worries.
For so long, a rock amid the din or hurries
He gets his thrills by screening krill.
One gram daily is his sinful thrill.
If nature calls, one must jump on the phone.
You can lose everything you own.
If you do not, you will miss your chance.
Or you will wet your pants from the circumstance.
The beauty of nature is publicly available.
Most men shun it solely, as it's predictable.
trees that were plunged and ridden.
Daily fauna injuries stay hidden.
Despite my wishes, I could not reach the moon.
Smoke over the sea rose too soon.
I must swap roses for weeds.
How love burns by planting seeds.
Our plates float and collide.
My failure threads tremble and chide.
making my shoulders shrug in unison.
While my oceans churn like a hooligan.
Written: October 31, 2022
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