One day
Is a thousand years
I smelled that thing yah find
In spring
That hypnotized
a walk
through alleys
And streets
Art veranda fronted homes
Complete
From the Music Man
And pastured homes
To flex
Plantation
Oligarchs
In the middle of an oral
Argument
Have no clue where
Go my legs
Held together
By a string
That begot more strings
Fiddled by a fiddler
In his generation
In someone
Anyone’s
roof
For a fleeting moment
Until an entourage of 10 year old
Buddies on scooters
Saw with their ears
And heard with their eyes
With
WOW!!!
The end of the tunnel
an offspring
From Mount Fuji
And Kyoto
Of Cherry Blossom trees
In full blossom
Begot from blossoms
Before and
Before
To the nth power of trees
Surrendered from there full blossom
In my home
Where
I and my children will blossom
And surrender
To future generations
