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Present’s Price
Us
Our Futures
Rebirths of Mom and Dad
Their Pennies
Now Our Dollars
One’s Home… One’s Castle
Which Way Today?
Somewhere
between Forest and Sea
be Bridge Transparent—
slowly laden with Scents
of Footprints
from wild Curiosities—
who educate Themselves
in the Where—
gradually solidifying Enjoyment
in shar’d Territories
by Human and Beast
Vows
Arm in Arm
thy Bridal Sails
Favor of Winds and Seas
and smiling Suns
that Lovers and Friends
Themselves might keep
beyond Dusk of Eternity
Saloon Magician
with a Hat full of Spirits—
th’ Eyes and Ears
of th’ Ups and Downs
either from Man’s Heart
or from Tilapia’s Tongue—
He is the Memory of the Day
till even beyond Last Call
Epoch
so futuristic
this Now—
so long ago
until a Century’s Guise I don —
and hopefully
in hope have Faith still
That be true
That Tomorrow
loujen haxm'Yor 