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I Become Lost In These Lazy Days
i become lost in these lazy days
the ones i have learned to allow
sitting here on the balcony
watching the frigates glide to Bolero
below a content ocean, empty beach
my attention was broken by a Tropical Queen
butterflies in pursuit of drams
vases rose, yellow, orange, purple
a squirrel scampers across the banana tree
below, kittens in ludic behavior
practicing top dog, the sun bears down
iguanas abandon the roof's pinnacles
for the trees and the shade therein
it is time for siesta, i am tired
this morning the children and i
were playing warfare in the yard
my cane magically transformed into a rifle
i am learning again
what i was once an expert in
a child amok in the fields of imagination
tomorrow i may take out the beach towels
and supermen will fly the patio
or stealth ninjas having hidden in the bamboo
till at last mother calls and it is time for siesta
and as does the wise old iguana
back we crawl to the nature of dozing
there was something i had to do
however, the myoclonic jerk has begun
lay down and drift away
even clark kent needs a respite
from the chores laden world
marbles
i forgot to buy marbles
Miramar 94 The Patient Stones
and this begins my first year of sobriety....playing marbles in the streets, learning the basics of the language...
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Timothy Ray
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