RumiNations

Feigning interest at the welcome.
Slurred ventriloquist drinking seldom.
Myopic seamstress sewing emblems.
Tatty party girl fanning talcum.

I do require a motive higher
Level ground to build a fire
Ample shoulder to change a tire
A lute in tune to pluck a lyre

A breezy sunset to last expire

On silent mornings, the welcome hush
On chattering evenings, the birdy brush
In times of meager and times of lush
In this moment, there is no rush.

I can dance along the wall.
Fancy footwork I recall.
Without worries, I will not fall.
From this vantage, I see it all.

It does no good to know what’s best.
I’m no better than the rest.
Pin a medal to my chest.
Beneath oxalis, my last request.

For with the weeds I’d like to grow.
Yellow fields and green to sew
Quiet, lovely, without woe
Toward azure sky my mind will blow

3/7/21