Bronze kitties inspect new transplant from Buddy Marc's household...
Moon Mania
Full she is beyond compare
Pale luminescence peeping
From behind three palms
Whose bearded trunks bend - - -
Bowing in the wind to her
Silvery fronds sparkle in
Manic magic light this night
Muir Woods Hike-About
Entitled narcissism
I’ll take a dump here
Someone else will flush
What wrapper? Huh?
Oh, that there on the path? I’m done with it
No, the rubbish can’s too far to bother
What? you can’t enjoy the redwoods
With aluminum flashes gleaming on the ground?
Too bad for you. I don’t see it, (bitch).
Why is it always city dweller’s voices
That keen and pitch way above those
Of squirrel chitter and birdie chatter and
Fainter insect buzz?
Why would I find the story of your double hernia as
Interesting as earth scents or wind through thousand year
Old Redwood’s crowns?
They’ve witnessed more than we’ll ever know.
I come away wondering,
Wandering on de-cluttered paths
With senses renewed and a handful of trash
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