i lived my life contentedly/in the shade of the fruited tree/a world i visited every day/where i shared my words quite comfortably/before the apple fell from that tree/scattering its seeds within the room of my despair.
(those scattered seeds still alive/
the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree (as the wise ones
but they’re so hard to find once you’ve lost them!!
i waited anxiously/9 long days (3 still yet to come!)/away from the world i knew so well/ feeling lonely, gone, growing more so every day/forgotten within myself /by those few who came to visit/who gave sweet treasure from their hearts and souls/the great satisfaction i receive in that world/ gone but not forgotten.
thirsty, not contented to play the loser’s game/seeking ways to share my thoughts and words/the Grey Palomino came quite unexpectedly one day as a gift/(that old sage of 60 and 2)
it’s long legs, sinewy, body grey and beautiful/gold upon its crown/running smooth … black wings!! (can you imagine!)/ fast, cool and sleek, seething with words from masters lips/who lived so long ago/and speak of it so fondly.
those who held its reins/from ages past/who rode it effortlessly/faster even than apples falling from the tree!/words at breakneck speed come galloping/ accolades of greatness and glory/above all the others!
grafite words of artist intention/i discovered upon the page/smoothly fleeting horses wings along hard copy’s lines/ artfully drawn down the page/another portal through which to see/the world more casually.
a loaner from the apple’s core/ thoroughbred palomino exchanged for jet black jag/the search for apple’s seeds/still locked up somewhere unfound/the search had barely begun.
if memory suits you well/if good friends you’ll see eventually sits comfortably within/ take a break from apple seeds … take a chance!/
find out what it’s like/ to ride the Gray Palomino for a change/ and