This is life beyond the wire,
the deep reality of things that matter most,
or at all, when consciousness is summed
and the accountants of joy have made their report:
the willow pitching its chartreuse tent
over the underground spring,
the vivified flies strafing in harmony,
the drum circle of pileates claiming their territory,
the sarvis berry blooming when you weren't looking,
distracted by nothing of substance — say income,
say achievement, say recognition — small beans
say achievement, say recognition — small beans
at the end, under a comfort of cumulus.
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| Sarvis |
