within the moment what room to be
no sham this enterprise emergent
what not to understand or even see
the answer that arrives most urgent
wherever growth resumes in spring
grass climbing up the slope resurgent
not heard the telephone's faint ring
messages taken coming across ocean
all avian creatures rise on happy wing
soothed by the touch of emollient lotion
a storm recedes clouds scurry west
there's no reason for any great commotion
instead we ask each candidate for the test
not for an answer but a better query
selecting all the bad ones not the best
the response given does not make us teary
intensity of concern drives us wild
but we have got good reason to be wary
the adult carries in his soul the child
that looked on the wide world with wonder
and now considers things and is not mild
what had created such a curious blunder
the sense of being not a whole but part
of some smaller being with no thunder
we go back and examine from the start
the nastier production of the torpid night
and see in them the makings of new art
it is our duty here to make clean light
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
24 March 2007
without transition
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