To enjoy the past without the need
Of moving there with trunk and suitcase.
To recall any tragic times gone by
Without the gasping tears of sorrow.
To relive the many precious moments
But not put up a tent and stay there.
To fight the long ago won battles
Once again without the hate and malice.
To revel in the youth and vigor
Of another long gone time and day,
But only stop by for a visit there,
To spend a pleasant while and leave.
To travel back to now and be content.
Remembering the purple velvet petaled pansies,
And the roses in the silver moonlight,
But then go out and water the petunias of today.

ljm

Can’t you feel it?
The change?
The light is different?
Less intense
The air is getting cooler
Calming breezes
The season is upon us

Crisp nights
Colors coming
Reds, yellows, oranges and golds
Trees showing their best
Apples abound
Smells of cider and cinnamon
The season is upon us

Sweaters in stores
Fall coats
Warm socks
Blankets
The season is upon us

Hot chocolate
Soups
Apple pie
Bright colors
Hypnotic scents
The season is upon us

It keeps me awake
then
It keeps me asleep

It seeps like well water
as
Virginia vines may creep

It is who I am
yet
Not at all

I am defined by it
though
I am in control

the ages of all these things,
The pipes are unknown to **** ages
Do not be a willing party, the smoke of zero,
     the radius, the robot;
it is the very beginning,
to kiss my feet out of the city, in the garden,
make a fortune, once the glory &     the daughter were flickering;
They have blown the sand of the natural ******;          Maecenas
the former a son of a stripper,
holding ponds;                          He is the loving impulse,
               but do not rely on him, the pond in itself a ****** shape;
            Christians should not be;
a little of the skin of the Muses,
fingers buried; she fell,
Remember,    warmed,
                         let him be unjust to them,    
                        whom the master
                        had gone against the wishes of the ages
                                   of all these things, to understand,
                      Guns were made to **** in ages unknown
                   & do not smoke in the rays of the robot
                said to be the deserted corners of the city,
once to kiss his feet,       and the fate of the garden;
& gypsy, daughter skinny ******
blown sand; Maecenas given to Abraham's side
in the form of a daughter,         the tenant is a stripper in the Chinese
                            fashion;
Do not imagine that the decline in lovers,
The Christian            showing not a little skin, muses
                                     fingers buried; and fell
Remember the warm adversary, to understand,
has been unknown to all the ages of this,   **** guns,
they smoke the robot with the radius it is written in
                   the town is called the Lord of the angle
of the stream of languid sleep,               kissed him,
& the fate of the garden of a gypsy,
the daughter of the skinny ****** of wind,      sand,
Jack, a Latino mom's mouth,  is for the appearance
of the daughter, holding down the Chinese stripper,
turning to imagine the lover was the Christian Church,
skin, muses little fingers buried are fallen,
Satan draws herself, sweltering she remembers;
understand this is unknown to all ages
to **** with guns,   do not smoke when the rays
of the robot             it is called the town of
stroke corner of the deserted kiss
his feet, & the fates of the garden, & gypsy,
the daughter of skinny
****** & blown sand; Jack Abraham,              at mom's side;
                    is the form of a daughter,
      holding the stripper is Chinese;
Turn not to the image for the lover                           is in the
Christian church, not a little skin muses
fingers buried; & they fell,
Remember that draws hot Satan