The souvenirs
beckon
nostalgia
I wistfully hark
back
to  the blue mountains
the blue moon
the cinematic
landscape
the coastline
the dense
wilderness
and so on
The obsession
hasn't
been
lost
yet

Awake! arise! the hour is late!
Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.

Awake! arise! the athlete’s arm
Loses its strength by too much rest;
The fallow land, the untilled farm
Produces only weeds at best.

When trolling Veteran Lake for answers always-
remember that government catfish feed off the bottom ...