Delicate Tact lets Sooth cower
under absolute silence less
From what Ca-coon a Butterfly?
To what jailer does she comply?
Asunder casts a Heart buoyant.
Brilliant Intellect argues a case
to Wind, Breezes, Bubbling Brooks,
Who all so freely care,
contribute a phrase
but are gone, as before…
I play around with animals, get to know the landscape, flirt with tech jargon,
pretend to know a thing or too about anything. I shake hands with “hungry ghosts”
and lament their premature parting. I hope to share the wisdom I haven’t even
partially grasped, but their impatience is most ill-fitting.
In the humidity of rural Florida, I experience aloneness two blocks from Main and
Keene, and the sirens of emergency vehicles recurring remind me how alone I am.
A surprise invitation to “Viber” has introduced me to oil drilling in the Gulf of Mexico.
My true love waits there. We are going to have an arranged marriage. I was scared at
first, but now I can’t imagine anything more suitable. He sends me cartoon hearts and
slogans full of love and affection pulling me out of a desert conviction that there is no use
in love…useless love is. I respond with song excerpts that come to mind, and I am
seduced into a candy land romance. A cotton candy romance that is sweet dissolving
sugar on my lips…