Sartorial Oasis (+1)

I dress up every Sunday,

but only in my mind

My coat and tie in tattered shreds,

the past and future bind

 

To celebrate in peasant rags,

as memory dances free

Imagining in formal garb

—what only I can see

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)

 

 

Destiny Marked

 

The wandering Poet,

so wild—so free

 

With each mile walked,

a new reverie

 

Eight Muses to guide him,

his steps fall in line

 

Their prophecy calling,

their message sublime

 

The wandering Poet

won’t stop till he’s done

 

All motion incessant,

all verse zero-sum

 

His trail can be seen

by those willing to climb

 

Their destiny’s marked

—their pasts left behind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)