Lindsey D reads Strolling a poem by David Hart hartistry

Lindsey D reads Strolling a poem by David Hart hartistry
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" Strolling " by David Hart

Walking wistfully willy-nilly.
Now to the left.
The aching aged railing wrapped
In white wrinkled crackalure attire.
A friend I mutely greet.

Sunset. Serene sunset. Soft sunset.
Gliding over plaintive pliant pavement.
Pavement that yields specters of
Fractured farcical fanciful faces.
Disjointed figures of every kind.
Smiling now I silently greet them all.

Taking modest calculated steps.
There. Gentile, civil undulating blades.
Greening hues from pale lights to daring darks.
Proud blades--miniature spires--
Blushing blades.
Ossillating in the casual cavalier caresses
of a wooing warm wild wonderful wiley wind.

Short cropped green-yellow blades. Yearning.
Yearning, to gratefully grow to great gargantuan
Glorious heights.

Now. The tooing and froing.
Now. The the crissing and crossing.
Gruff. Grubby. Growling cars.

Unforgiving savagery. Sordid steamy
Strict streets.
A gorey guillotining great beast.

Alas alack and hallelujah.
Safely across.

I greet my miniature friend.
The wild rabbit.
I give a hand wave and
To my amazement he lifts
His little paw.
I want to believe it is
Not coincidence.

Cheerful. Verdant clusters of
Shrubbery tickle the side of
A cantankerous towering building.

The subtle wind stealthfully
Arrives. A polite playful breeze.
Dried brittle brown and tan leaves
Scrape and dance on a bed of laughing
Lethargic pale gray and black singing
Smooth stones.

Mind body and soul now imbibes
Tantalizing. Melodious. Machinations.
From lyrically long ago in far fair and
Free soul places.

Heaven's bold bright blazing eye winks
With it's full fluffy pillowy cloud lid.

Alive. Alertly alive. Attentively alive.
On this dancing daring delirious delicious
Delightful day.