Two Too Many, Already

Two Too Many, Already

by David B. Swanger


Dull the sensibilities; summon the euphoria...
All hail! What have we here?

One could almost claim inner peace: Serenity...
(That wisp of vapor)
Oh! Come again and stay. But wait.
Poor focus rather improves nature's work.

Take on your special beauty, trees -
Display your majesty. Join me in paying
Tribute to the Great Bird who flies from
Me though I pursue with great haste.

O Great One, we acknowledge with
Reverence but still your voice is quiet.
While yet the spell lasts speak clearly.

Omnipotence does not preclude, I pray,
Frivolous rapport. There is not much time left.

The spell is lifting - night is falling -
Crickets are singing...

Perhaps another round?