Thursday, October 31, 2024

for want of rain sept 2012

 this used to be a weekend

 of Jerry Lewis and the telethon

 first New York then Las Vegas

then not at all

 the vacancy I feel now acutely

 now after a long hot dry summer

 though it is not the heat I hate

the mirage I see is not of an oasis

 rather a memory of feeling

 a touch or kiss and more

 as distant, an illusion

 as any man dying of thirst might see

 Greener pastures,

 bubbling brooks

swaying palm trees

 and coconuts

a paint by numbers vision

I fill in with thoughts of you

that odd lingering landscape

that is somewhere beyond lust

 but has not yet reached

the word love

a passion to find the passion

 among the dry Stones I mistaken for water

 a man can die of thirst for wishing

 and yet it lost in the fog

 that only he can create

 this day when summer ends

 and fall looms ahead

leaves still green yet

 tinged around the edges

 for want of rain

like me and how I feel


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