“Let us travel to the zoological garden, “ said she,
born and bred in the eighteen hundreds.
I had no idea what she meant.
But she was dainty and beautiful.
One of the prettiest ghosts I had ever met.
I said, “Okay, let’s take my car.”
I opened and shut her car door.
She screamed when we began to move.
She was wearing a bustle that shoved her forwards.
Her nose nearly touching the windshield.
I asked her to take the bustle off.
She was horrified, calling me a horrid man.
“You are a strange young man,” she repeated.
Screaming as we drove faster on an interstate.
We drove around the city all day.
She recognized nothing.
We passed the zoo six or eight times.
I had no idea it was a “zoological garden”
So we never stopped.
She disappeared shortly after six.
“Bye!” I said softy, determined to look up
Some of her other words.
She was a dainty, delicate strange old one.
And her English barely understandable.
“Bye weird one” she whispered into the wind.
“I shall never forget this.”
Then I had a gentle brush against my arm.
A ghost good-bye maybe. I smiled.
All Within
(Abecedarian)
As the night drifts down and
Braves the storm,
Chimes of the church bells
Dance to the rhythm while the
Evening moon is reaching down,
Filling all hearts with calm.
Gentle rain is talking, all the
Hills turning green
In the twilight purple glow, the
Joyous month of June
Keeps all the colors in tune.
Looking into the clear blue sky
Mother nature happily smiles.
Northern stars shining bright,
Outdoors heavenly light.
Poets heartfelt dream, a magic
Quill to write poetry for all the world to read.
Reflecting hills dressed in white,
Splendorous sparkling diamond like.
To feel the warmness of the rising sun
Unfolding life on earth forever,
Valiant and vigorously from above
Within His blessed love.
Xerophilous plants
Yawn in boredom, life in the
Zoological garden goes on,
A
triptych
of vignettes-
in paradise
lost
August Macke's A Zoological Garden
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