heatscape

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The summer city in darkness exudes a fantasy quality,

an off-kilter surrealism.

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Jeweled sparkle through

emblazoned green,

I see a field of play,

of poets and sprites gaily a’song

while elf folk take a laugh,

a dance,

a merry evening’s holiday.

On roads of old (a half-century or so)

firefly pipers inspire

hopeful wild kind to be.

Free flight like in infant dreams

before boundaries.

Summer melt of sun and mud;

heat mellows, liquifies knotted

tensions.  Beat down, swallowed in

sweat, too hot for questions

to make sense.

Sunset soothes.  Withered

inhibitions lubricated, removed as

peeled skin reveals raw resurrection.

Inexorable romp

to desire, defined by starlight.

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Deep in dim sunned woods, tree roots, opaque leaves intertangle

Damp sweat from swift silent stream’s run, continuous lubricant.

Creepers crawl, curious rodents sniff for predatory hide, toothsome prize,

oracular signs.

Wanton child, wandering far from home; kinless kitten alone —

drawn in by stuttered incantations of smoke and mist (she won’t be missed).

Daring darling of effervescent fae, spritely imp skips to play her tune;

her mischievous pipes guide, glide, entice gay abandon, theatric swoon.

Summer’s bliss Mythfolk holiday, untimed, no line to cross, no whine of loss.

Dance, scream, flail and toss, feel the forest grow inside, assimilate.

Nature’s wisdom, unlike tales of man, derides morality, mortal wars of hate. 

Sheltered in endless adaptation, sensory dilation, slipping from human

skin to untamed consciousness.

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Dark urban streets

Yes, lamplight,

Garishly bright commercial signs,

Traffic lights, head, tail,

mechanical commands.

But here, outside clear designation,

lightless, solitary, obscure.

Brave walk, forward

in quest of inspiration or fabulous

revelation.

Subways, bridges, city bones upon which

to drum, to explore

rhythm and blues.

Sparkly spirit, chaotic amusement,

mystery,

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Magic shimmers dimension upon dimension

without pause for delineation – so our eyes

must compensate, strain for context of our ears’

ecstasy.

No flowers border soft frames of

child reminiscence.

Birds of prey, strong of eyes and claws,

fly in battle formation

at sunrise.

Smell of surf, haze of summer.

Glass breaks, cuts, shouts

awareness.  Sand endures,

silently aware.

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