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?