The Perfect Year
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The perfect year,
two equal halves.
One with leaves
Forest thinning out.
swing sets, pools, smiles, thoughts.
Having enough and not much else is a lot.
The transfer of funds is a loving gratitude for work well done.
Not self-sufficient unless self
is defined as family, community and nation.
I settle my haunches like a bear content, snug into coming winter.
House will be warm notwithstanding the Muslim-Judeo-Christian condition
not to mention the Hindu-Buddhist vortex.
for an entity
to unite us as humanity.
meeting, understanding and absorbing
the clicking, algorithmic logic
of passionately computing species, insects, machines, bacteria.
A world moves only as fast as you think.
If it moves faster you're not thinking, you're it, dead, chemicals redistributed
in an ever more painless process.
What are my feelings exactly?
Lovely the logic
we have invented and applied
identifying, specifying, classifying.
It can keep you busy
while all the leaves are falling.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015