I'm rooted here in urban heaven, green scent of crushed grass rising, while under the sod industrious worms perform the work of renewal.
Listening to laughing voices of children.
A somersaulting girl landed well...
and so her sister lined up to be next.
Sunday sailors drifted back and forth.
*
A speed boat slapped from North to South making waves, passed a three story party boat with its Jazz band fading to silence. Then a Jet plane heading somewhere else ripped through the sound-scape.
*
A speed boat slapped from North to South making waves, passed a three story party boat with its Jazz band fading to silence. Then a Jet plane heading somewhere else ripped through the sound-scape.
We call it sundown...
yet our sun is a fixed star.
Rememberingyet our sun is a fixed star.
Mother and I were standing side by side on the unlit boardwalk of an
Island retreat long ago and far away when night fell and the horizon
disappeared. Moonless, sea and sky were one entity equal in stars and I
felt a strong magnetic sensation in my solar plexus - only gravity was
holding me from flying off the planet as earth rolled backward away from day.
~*~
A law was made a distant moon ago here:
July and August cannot be too hot.
And there's a legal limit to the snow here
In Camelot.
The winter is forbidden till December
And exits March the second on the dot.
By order, summer lingers through September
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it sounds a bit bizarre,
But in Camelot, Camelot
That's how conditions are.
The rain may never fall till after sundown.
By eight, the morning fog must disappear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
I know it gives a person pause,
But in Camelot, Camelot
Those are the legal laws.
The snow may never slush upon the hillside.
By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear.
In short, there's simply not
A more congenial spot
For happily-ever-aftering than here
In Camelot.
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summertime!
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