Tourists From Life

cool bunny

White inflatable bunnies grace public spaces.
Giant, overreaching.
How could this be?
Why?
Why not?

A clean cut man from Miami sporting a dusting of a beard photograph them.
Who’s the artist?
What else is there to see while I’m here?
My girlfriend, still…apparently, is getting her nails done.
Want to see the pictures I took while downtown?  It’s hard to make it as a photographer in Miami.

Others, so many others.
Bunnies draw tourists visiting outside their lives

Is there a person inside?
How’d you get such a cool job?
Want to join the House Rabbits Society?

 

 

Tourist

The Only Voyage

 

upsidedown

Time inches along

I pick at my cuticles.

Time bursts ahead

45 in a minute.

Breathe.

Something for me

Something for you.

 

I glance around

Children stem up and out

Climbing and branching through

Illuminating teen years.

Birthdays.

 

I got this one.

 

Permits, car keys now.

Bright smiles, good health.

Their burgeoning humor

Feather whip, newly sharpened

Cuts unexpected guffaws

From deep within my gut.

 

Sips of salty tears

Punctuate the years too

Searing streaks into my heart

But not so many, luckily.

 

I carry on in this voyage

Because I’m known to

Grasp for intention

Mention

Dimension.

Voyage

Emptiness 2

weeds gone

Weeds, weeds. Fast growing, resilient, hardy, flexible. Uninvited, foliage fills crevices, under tarps, up through rock beds, between fence slats and concrete.

Amazing!

I beat back the persistence getting pricked by thorns and covered in sticky burs. Summer heat begins to burn my neck. The sun rises higher with full flame. Will cease picking and pulling soon. A little at a time. Too much and I’ll faint.

Green tea energy peeters out. There’s a crick in my back. Pestilence remains.

Still, an emptiness, quietude and solace fills new fleeting vacancy where there once was choked neglect.

 

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Parched soul sees hope, wonder and promise waiting to spring forth on blank index cards. Write it down, make your best self happen every day. Negative self talk and imagery deflates, underrates, he…

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Parched soul sees hope, wonder and promise waiting to spring forth on blank index cards. Write it down, make your best self happen every day.

Negative self talk and imagery deflates, underrates, heart breaks. Cards created with robust words and meaning bring life to the undersoul of rebirth. Fancy with beautiful artistry isn’t necessary.

Go with the flow and then maybe, just maybe, a half-turn towards self love faith and forgiveness unfolds.

For those of us who feel life amounts to “ragged claws / Scuttling across the floors of silent seas”, what have we got to lose?   

cards in the making

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