Nostalgia: Eclogue/Epilogue

when 

 

you 

finish 

with 

what- 

 

ever 

you 

were 

 

doing 

all 

these 

years, 

 

find 

the 

time 

 

to 

sit 

back 

 

and 

take 

in 

 

the 

view— 

 

it 

wasn’t 

so 

 

bad 

you 

couldn’t 

 

write 

home 

about

 

it

even

if

 

you 

could 

 

now, 

could 

you? 

 

 

 

Once There Was This Thing Called Water

 

soon 

after 

the 

beginning 

 

and as soon 

as the first 

drops began

 

to fall, 

then

 

the 

ever 

more 

 

rapidly 

spouting 

fountain- 

head 

 

began 

filling 

the 

hollow 

in 

 

the 

Earth, 

ready 

to 

quench 

 

every 

thirsting 

thing 

 

again 

and 

again 

 

but 

before

 

we 

knew 

 

it— 

never 

again.

 

Conceptual Prestidigitation

 

Slick, you look to have that 

Precious gift of sleight— 

 

A present always 

 

Better prized and appreciated 

When kept out of sight. 

 

 

 

Supine Acoustics

 

Helicopter drones 

Overhead—lone bumble bee 

 

Thrums flower power. 

 

 

 

Seeping Maculation

 

No nightingales near 

The river—even the reeds 

 

No longer rustle.