~Especially For our own poet, Immortality~
we all dream for a few seconds,
mostly when we are younger,
like, say, s e v e n t e e n, that
something, we might be~come,
known for, perhaps even believing
our names|our poems might be read,
a hundred and one years onโฆ
periodic, episodic,doesnโt last long,
though it
does get repeated every
now and then, andย ย then again,
each time, the notion disappears
faster, sure, better things to dream
about, better hopes more closely
held, tangible tasting, envisioning,
deserving for intensely scheming,
using that double edged
s~word,
realistic,
and even, in the
planning, scheminโ dreaminโ
always a nagging fearinโ
can
they really
could come true
others fantasize,
that class of crazy dreamers,
standing at an airport gate,
hear a call out your name,
and someone will,
from behind, tap you on the
shoulder and asks, shyly
hey, you wouldnโt be that person
who writes
poetry on HP?
unlikely of course, odds against,
whoa,
even worse
than winning a lottery jackpot prize
but then again, surprise always
favors biting you on,
well, them tender places,
and a day comes,
whenย ย a younger poet, amazes, takes the time,
makes the effort to look up your older
writs, languishing in bits of bytes on an
unknown server, agedย ย graying from
relentless time,
and the absence of eyes,
being read, thereby re~realized,
revitalized,
visualized, inhaling light+ air,
away wiping
the dust and webs ofย ย suffered mortality
and, that silly notion escapes it grave,
and you writer, run into an encounter
with an old fantasy, resurrected and
you too reread that old poem, issuing
voluble ****!, not half bad, and restoring
that momentary potent potentiality of
it
surviving past the beyond date of expiry,
and then, another is read, & another,
swallowing a pill stronger
than a a Doctorsโs best guess forecast
of 20 more years youโll live,
for an actualized prophecy now
is tangent tangible,
like mouth to mouth-resuscitation
and you, unusually,
think once more about tomorrow,
exhaling the headyatmosphere
of a rainy forest,
well appreciating, laughing at the future,
for here, she has shared butย penned
but twenty four original poems,
me,
thousands open and disguised, and my newly formed grin is now for her,
forย now my breath and its baggage of a fantasy, may
be coming her
reality realized?
and I will surely still be an
avid cheerleader
for her, for you, a
devoted
follower-in-absentia
