Let’s eat like cavemen

and maintain our sense of childlike wonder;

maybe we won’t have to forage

for plants or letters or affection

or other silly attachments

after the next big bang.

Rain tickled brown leaves

lingering in the quiet

before tasseled weeds

peeking over the guard rail

waved and beckoned in the sun.

I threw out my squishy heart

and sucked in all the toxic developments,

exhaling into a blood-red sky.

.

I don’t see much beyond my toes,

but I know there’s more out there

than common genes and mislaid dreams.

.

The wise woman in the muumuu at Wal Mart

was right: days are long, years are short,

and we pass down suffering like fine china.

Heel-toe, boots in motion

stiff branches gently wave

flying scarves smack of treason

lashing faces upward gaze

–

Slowly shifting

silent planes

crossing visions

songless days