Tinker’s folly!?
(Santa Claus!?
Really!?)
I wonder true:
Can itinerant
vacant tinker’s folly ’ere dare amount to worthwhile much?
Innocent fantasy
dreams or faux obfuscated schemes determine value such?
Yet, wander I,
askew:
Inhale sweet
breath of Tennessee hills in valley fog fine morn
Savor summit-high
to Pacific-blue sunset-golden crown forlorn
And, dare
challenge life for all I knew:
Tender-touch of
Innocence upon grizzled cheek the child’s eyelash oh! butterfly-kiss
Spin yarns, tell
tales combined truth-fabricated imagined time and space, don’t miss
Go to that
“secret” place of unicorns, rainbows and flutter-by colorful hues
Or succumb to
mundane chase of silver-gold endeavor void; refuse to choose
Be rather in
drafty deer stand ten degree dawn hinted orange orb to greet
Savor
event-adventure absent wild vacant wraithlike buck to chance-meet
Contemplate
Einstein theory “relative” or “fractal geometry” of Mandelbrot
Speculate
purported ethnic blood-lineage of German-Irish, or maybe even Scot
Love’s vibrant
subdued cacophonous syncopated harmony desired emotion
Word-pledged
bond come whatever may circum-scurrilous deepest devotion
Simply, best
“Happy”-image to view:
Anachronistic
trek through 50’s-space upon the two-lane Natchez Trace
Or, just always,
me seven jewels heart-held shining sacred perfect face
In the “all” of
that, and more, a personal clue:
’Tis better give
than to receive” might cause a holy sacred pause
’Tis humble-simple:
Just confess-practice dear ole “Santa Claus”!
A most easy
destination! Believe and say:
Today! And, every
Bless-ed gifted day!
Amen!
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