Today, warm radiator days said goodbye
to tired prickly feet in the morning.
The sun rose, like a flowering reminder
of the passing of time, the endings of
sentences, lives, worlds.
Today, meaning
came to mortality as sun rays penetrated
concrete ceilings and fluorescent
over-exposure.
Mortality drank life from
a goblet, wine for the eternal spirit.
More, more wine.
And in it all, grapes, the artist's finest oil paints
laid out as a cornucopia of
hope, and faith, and vigor.
Today, the future is bright, as I squint walking
into the sun, while silent rage rests on the
glistening misty droplets in my footsteps. Thinking,
brooding, the rage dissolves in the light, new roads
replace old ones as passing cars brush the
dirt of the past into the street gutters.