Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

A little time
to play in.
A poem,
a reverie,
a look at myself.
An I in my eye,
to relish,
to drip,
like paint
on you
my dear muses......
A wood duck,
preening
in a manmade lagoon.
Me,
perched atop
a beachy gray
picnic table,
feet firmly planted
on the bench
in an unbeatable
nothingness
of being.
Being.
BEING.

slow motion take-off
hester vibrates with existence

sometimes we just are. nothing else to it. and yet how delicious those little moments to play in...and the i in the eye

way cool

sounds very bukowski

The associative allusion works for me.