Nurture your Nature

Lost

At Dunn's Coffee:

1 The patio

The black mesh table branding the flesh of my arms.
Red geraniums in a pot.
Pig-squeal of truck brakes (a sign: England).
Groan of the bus.
Soft chatter, one woman with bare feet up on a chair.
Breezes dancing through the frill of the locust.
Bird chirps louder than the music from the speakers.
A duet in flight.
The drama of small birds hopping.
An orange shirt walking east.
The lengthening of shadows before sunset.

2 My muse visits

It's 7:37 and the bus went by again; how times flies by at six feet above the pavement. The fleetness of my youth left me long ago, never came back to fetch the boy who wandered off and got lost. No search plane has sighted him since (soon it will be too late, sighs Death). And at 7:47, the last flight leaves.

3 Back in this world

If I consider the moment, I have every reason to be happy. It's low 80s and very pleasant, my body isn't aching, my heart isn't breaking and I'm enjoying a peaceful moment.

Edited from my Journal, pages 1693-4, 23 June, 2008. Lawrence, Kansas.

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