later

Like windows louvered,
My light’s outmaneuvered.
Walking blind
with a monkey mind

Toward some atonement.
Against the foment.
Waves of transition.
A Catholic vision.

Calm endearment
With Wrigley’s spearmint,
Old and sticky
In purses picky.

To light my fire.
Warm thoughts transpire.
While Venus Apollo's
Embrace seems hollow,

She stands sublimely
And gazes timely,
Aged to perfection.
In genuflection

At another altar,
A short pole vaulter
Seizes the day.
Takes it away.

Locked in a tower,
The faithful flower,
In sunset years
And perennial tears.

The view, majestic.
The words, anapestic,
Find their paper.
So you will, later.


12/28/20​