I Have A Good Life

entrancing, it is

there above the jagged brachial design

up above, in green and brown

the needles and scars of real passion

against clouds of peach, that fade into white

against a canvas of cerulean

and yes, it is almost dusk

in the northern hemisphere

satisfied, vernal behavior

mostly sturdy and wan

I have given myself over

to bathing in sunlight

and juxtaposition of climax

sensing the meridian

as I would sense an earthquake

far from me, as is the war of mankind


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Writer, aspiring farmer and homesteader in North Georgia, making ends meet and trying to become more enlightened.

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