A poem written upon the realization that the premier poetry publisher takes the summer off. I learned this last year and wrote a farce for the occasion.
Today closes the window for submission to the great poetry machine the summer’s too nice for poetry, you probably know what i mean poems are for suffering, not so much for celebration because they dig in deeply and describe concatentations and summer is pure, or so we hope it will be simple acts of joy in the sun and fields and sea splashing laughing dreams as if we were still eight rolling around in pleasant, pigs in slop don’t wait don’t reflect or compose or care, just rub the skins and flow follow the whims of the day, unlock the doors and go run the paths of wander, chasing own nose down way letting the world speak glow, rest rolling in golden hay visions don’t click so easy. joy for sure is there in the midst of being, but perhaps not as hoped will fare the joy is shared with others, all of us carried away floating off in bliss bubbles, but pop they will someday what happens then, that moment? those ups when they come down? smiles do fade and falter when those vibes of joy pass on the connections made seem broken, at least left behind diminished and past the present, forgotten and out of mind Two things to remember, to recall and hold that joy the magic in the action, the seeds planted with others do buoy futures that will come, connections once again, dynamics of coming and going blend us all inside when we rejoice in what is good, no matter for whom or how the beneifts are shared over a long duree hull for all these minds are mixed, sums and parts and wholes blessings universal shower, even for burrowed sad moles the second maybe subtle, may challenge the boundaries of joy the dynamism of this change from up to down we know is a normal thing, but not the boring bit nor the loss of wonder, but proof itself of wit the energy of mind visible in the wind change is seen and known, motivated from within this is joy incarnate, the potentials manifested as light warming the entire world, countless suns in flesh do bright recognition of change is proof of life inside capacities for knowing, loving, and shared joy rides. these basic beings already themselves be joy pure resting in their moments, explicit or demure.
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