Helicopter..

There’s a sound coming over the city, rising
Over the buildings come rising sun and shine your shimmering
Where there awakes the grasses and floats on mists I sit meaningfully
A bum with a bicycle over there; a Mercedes driving by.
I feel sorry for him
Here in the park under pine trees, we both do
With ancient eyes revealing like going back in time
Anywhere in the world, out of this place or foul palace
Take me with you in the vanishing, helicopter
Away in splashing rainbows where the grass isn’t dying
In probabilities and particles spinning into infinity
The ‘morrow waits for the clock to strike its mechanical alarm
Signaling red metallic rooster to light the day with drones
The smell of pleasantness releases to younger days feeling.
There were bats in the park, but, this is all right

~ by thomas conant on April 13, 2011.