AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved

August 14, 2014 by Bob Paris

Hickulous dickulous splay

Field mouse sprints

Right down the fray

Am I just another

Soul here sent asunder

To live out this herckus array

Of day upon week upon month

Each year it does tally to sums

That leave me all breathless

And here I pause to catch this

Dear moment a minute

A lunch

Yet in this I'm thinking

Each heartbeat here pulsing

A fleeting it gives me such pause

For if I should leave soon

I will make much more room

For those who come after and

Pulse

And carry on forward

A shadow of genus

Of yesterdays

Rolled on in style

So …

Hickulous dickulous slay

This ghost of said field mouse displays

Complete understanding

Of life in full standing

Here for a moment

And …

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved