August, goldenrod of the Caesars...
& the paisan smile (inscrutable
& sad). Drawn to the water table
of lakes & seashore, the sea’s recess.
Fold-on-fold cascades (irretrievable
decades). In the crazy-quilt
of recursive fields... your guilty
maize, & mine (South-Sea Bubble
of the mind). The Omaha train
pulls out at 7. Osage
family. On the last stage of
mourning (in the land, under the rain).
Traveling without their kids (Honduran,
Guatemalan) – refugees
from the stupidities.
Natural harbor (salty, hardpan).
Paralloid Congress troops into recess.
Up to the lake somewhere.
Collective crowd-esteem, hot air
fog spectacles with greediness –
navigators led by speech-balloons
exhale (from stingy lungs)
each bartered hearts’ unsung
remorse. So an unseen moon’s
ray numbers our undoing. Unkind
theoreticals & partisan
we mold a house from sand
that cannot stand. Yet, love is blind...