Seaside Heights, New Jersey

How I love you.

concord grapes

leaf wings fluttering through You,
Swimming through Them,
Shifting and Swaying Thousand Foot Tree
I'll climb to the top of you
and kiss you good-night
and it was a good night
You silenced the flesh searing
light.
If I were Henry David then I'd
build my cabin on the Wood

and I'd try to remember the good-days
mornings
when you gallavanted over the
Red Wood Forest
and into my Red Wooden spirit
--You carved it with the air, My Dear
and widdled away my fear--

If I were Mr. Thoreau,
or Silly Billy Burroughs
I would have said, "Make peace with your
helium-inhaling brothers,"
But I'm not and I didn't!
and the balloons (made them) convulse,
fall out of their oak-holes
Where the Owls paid them no attention

and six Clocks later, the gas guzzlers
smashed them with their black rubber hearts
No one rescued the Rangers,
and they were too busy
Rescuing the Endangered
to peir into the Looking Glass
to see Your blonde Cat Cross their Path,

so they catch koalas
--until the day the Ko-alah Supply runs out--
and save them in the drawer.

The Cat runs up the Tree,
Clock lives forever more
The Owls drink their tea.

" I too had woven a kind of basket of a delicate texture, but I had not made it worth any one's while to buy them. Yet not the less, in my case, did I think it worth my while to weave them, and instead of studying how to make it worth men's while to buy my baskets, I studied rather how to avoid the necessity of selling them. The life which men praise and regard as successful is but one kind. "

Walden, Henry David Thoreau