Each grain of sand upon the beach joins the collective voice
Coaxing feet from the prison of their domesticity
Instantly a symbiotic exchange occurs – as flesh meets earth
No retail sale can compare with one hundred percent off
Bare foot in the sand – a northern beach in March
The tyrant reason – decries for all to hear the violation
The soul moans in delight – being fed to capacity
When presented the menu – who then should choose?
Those trees that
remain stand amidst the matrix of suburban domiciles
Historian and
harbinger both
Their lives spared by the whims of esthetics
Progress sanctioned genocide – did anyone stop to ask the
destination?
A life long search for harmony – is at once resolved
Though the orchestra – is led much closer to home
I will forever after look upon the observation I’m being
“unreasonable”
As both a blessing and the highest form of praise.
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