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visionaries
are in all walks of life
we share the secrets of the sun
the light our beacon
the darkness our trowel
we weed the garden
we tend the flowers
we rise to the occasion
and greet the Sun
we sprinkle Seasons
applying them like chives to a baked potato
already saturated in the creams of butter
we marinate our dreams in sour cream
we fall victim to dinner
the dinner which brings us out of our houses
we sit high in the banquet's Chair
we feed like it is the original sin
we share graces with strangers
we rise and smile, and pay our bill
we bow out gently and leave a good tip
we are witness to sparks,
and shooting trails of light
they ignite,
and the sheen is that of a knife
we glower like the eyes from Hell itself
we sift like arrows in the sand
the Fence of Sea Grass that waits for our
arrival
- Patrick Bissell |
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