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Shimmering emerald lake water

 
See live first rendition here

Shimmering emerald lake water yielding 

To an outcropping of exposed sediment

Chirpity chirpitum songbird connecting me

To where retirees’ conundrum come from

Like that man with a camera on an orange-blossom tree

Or me on a bench with paper, books, and a pencil

With the audacity to think anyone would care what I see

That we are doing anything more than living leisurely

Not what the egret needs for infinity

But a place to be wanted, fulfilling others’ needs

With a winding perimeter road on the long way home

How long have I longed to be without obligations?

With only willful commitments guiding me

And matter to someone I love.

 

The trickle called Han River? A token

Like the leg propped on my thigh on the sofa;

What is it compared to this vast lake?

Or the caress of a lover giving more than she takes

It means more to a pensioner than unsocial security

The hideaways and trails to the shoreline and hills

Time to be in the morning of a new life

Bike gliding down the shaded road

Out of a rut into new territories

Drinking from the lake of possibilities

That the Great Spirit has offered me

 

May 6, 2021

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