Quicksand

I surveyed you from a distance...

There was something in your wake...

Like a print on frigid windows

When the heavy days change shape...

I was squeezing at this problem

'twixt the corners of my brain

'til I caught sight of your feathers,

Lying molted in the rain...

In this TV dinner landscape...

With its lakes and reservoirs...

I came down to seek asylum

From my fatalistic mores...

As the retina is the mind's eyes,

For a world that disappears

Quicker then the soul can contrive

Lost in sands of yesteryears...

I had glimpsed you in gold sunlight

Reaching out like time had stopped...

But your eyes were like two funnels

Where a thousand pins had dropped...

I fell down on my two knees, and hit

The beach like crashing Schooners...

The darkness swallowed up my wreck,

As I witnessed death come sooner...

I surveyed you from a distance...

There was something in your wake...

Like a print on frigid windows

When the heavy days change shape...

You were broken, you were battered,

But from eyes of shattered glass

You appeared like some new promise

Of the Seventh Wonder class...

Now upon the white sand surface,

Like a freckle on some rump,

Only a head remains where waves

Collide to quell the writhing stump...

And as torrents of disaster crash,

Ballooning wasted lungs,

I envision your sweet mammaries

Like the bells of kingdom come...

8/9/24

Bunny Villaire

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