Long Gone Like a Turkey Through the Corn
I've been staring far past the picture frame
Over rolling hills, and the painted shrub...
Where unblinking eyes nest at tops of trees,
I've retreated still like a hallowed fleet
Of unheeded birds...
These sweet seraphim...
Where the Nightjar fly unbeknownst to most
With the moistened view of the mystified
I have flown the coop where the
Paint has dried...
Walking without thought to the public square
I'd been hassled and cajoled by crowds,
And it took me long to unsnarl my limbs
From ferocious maw of the savage mob...
At long last I found in a patch of green
A wise Artisan with his mounted work...
His grand mural drew me in by chance...
It was here that I saw a place to dance...
I've been staring far past the picture frame
Over rolling hills, and the painted shrub...
Where unblinking eyes nest at tops of trees,
I've retreated still like a hallowed fleet
Of unheeded birds...
These sweet seraphim...
Where the Nightjar fly unbeknownst to most
With the moistened view of the mystified
I have flown the coop where the
Paint has dried...
With his palette dripping down his shirt,
And a satyr's beard with a eagle's face
That was lined with smiles from a easy soul
I was waved along 'til I was displaced...
Leaping without pause into dizzy sprawl
I checked all my bags at the counter stall,
And I felt the weight rolling down my spine...
All was there no sweat 'til I crossed the line...
I've been staring far past the picture frame
Over rolling hills, and the painted shrub...
Where unblinking eyes nest at tops of trees,
I've retreated still like a hallowed fleet
Of unheeded birds...
These sweet seraphim...
Where the Nightjar fly unbeknownst to most
With the moistened view of the mystified
I have flown the coop where the
Paint has dried...
4/28/24
Bunny Villaire