4:30pm Sep 7 2022
Silver Beach & Shell Beach
Shelter Island


the heavens masters have departed their summer palazzo,
drawn the curtains, residual cloud cover of grayed thickened oatmeal,
a parting souvenir-gift, an 18 hour soak, grasses ****** raised glasses,
the few sapiens that still walk, hike, cycle, feel no need to smile/greet

our pheromones don’t operate properly, without a sunshine trigger,
we move doggedly but dragging a massive sadness, we’re marked;
count! an end of summer, a tree ring closed on our physical cell walls,
summer weather switch thrown, a universal human Cain birth mark

all is as before, but just for a moment, a silver color clarity invades,
all encompassing, everything bathed, haloed, a shining, don’t blink!
we are lit, alight, enlightened, changed, no longer tarnished, as if a
celestial silver polish swipes the gloom, the beach sparking white fire

this a sign unmistakable; cycle yet unbroken, flash card reminder for our eyes, brains, transference neurons ignite continuous continual,
our observations are the connecting links, the tissue human that
remains, reminds, each, this heaven & earth story is never ending!

it is patently obvious that the HP site's server
isn't functioning
well
as the 502 Bad Gateway notification
does regularly
tell

the webmaster hasn't yet repaired
the faulty connection at his
end
and in not doing so he's losing many
a poetry writing
friend  

with the ongoing problem
being left
unresolved
how can his ill attention to the matter
ever be
absolved

sooner rather than later the poets
will desert the
place
for they'll grow tired of the message
constantly hitting them in the
face