in the pits andparallels of life
bouncing down dusty pike in a beat-up renault
gettingjiggy with the mojo of mother nature
listening to soft jazz on theradio
these green leafy times of introspection
bring us thoughts of thingswe've stored away
the women who circulate in our classrooms andcubicles
conquer cognition accompanying the disappearing sorrows ofyesterday
on tranquil trysts with the concubine of conscience
deferenceferments for the lacework; life
what's the good of a yuppie who inside is aguppie
if with tarnish his glory is rife?
what is life, that we shouldcare for it?
what are we, that it cares for us thus?