Blue sky green fields. . .

Blue sky green fields trees standing in silence
I wake to the same old tired equations
my body a little closer to dust
Needs and means
              How strange that the universe
is able to expand without putting
on weight      Being or nothingness—we’re all
heading for one or the other     Best steak
I ever had was just off Wall St. with
Elaine       Still remember her burnt umber
eyes and her Italian American
smile    Time sat and sulked on the day I was
leaving but in the house that Jack built there
was no room for poetry because roses
never could pay the rent
                                        neither could love

John Lyons

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