Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus

Before landscapers mow swaths

across undulating waves of clover
(the father/daughter team
usually cut grass every Tuesday)

bumblebees alight from one to another flower.

 

Meanwhile, I lie splayed

mid morning June 28th, 2022

with stomach upon natural carpeting

quietly basking espying Robins

oblivious to presence of yours truly

pleasantly distracted unable to concentrate

reading latest issue of Mother Jones.

 

Revered quintessential pitch perfect...
omnipresent natural muse
idyllic and pacific temperature

sprawling within sundry

schema encompassing sundry biota

at Highland Manor Apartments)

with nary any other resident nor human
hypothetically I experience

webbed wide world
imagining domain singularly mine.

 

Splendiferous sunlight bathed

sol barenaked lady alas and alack
leavening kernels harkening

civilizations bajillion millenniums back

before mechanization punctuated

courtesy opposable thumb

hominids forged, molded, usurped...

mother lode carte blanche

yielding resounding click and clack
blithely extracting resources

 

disregarding warnings regarding drawback

Capitalism paradigm wrought

Homo sapiens witnessed vanquishing

close calls with extinction

nevertheless man/womankind came roaring

full steam ahead stronger analogously

think one who trudges thru thick forests

zigzagging across rudely cleared switchback

already disappeared without a trace

what animal, (perhaps
protohuman) no tell tale track.

 

Blessed balm of solar warmth permeated
one primate seduced asleep

albeit 245+ months into twenty first century,

where proliferation courtesy since

first Industrial Revolution

circa about 1760 to sometime

between 1820 and 1840,

when bruising bouncer(s) maintained

law and order within barkeep

saloons in colloquial jargon cheap

 

trick availed supertramp goo goo dolls

guiding drunken proletariat recesses deep

makeshift private booth disproportionate
money forked over cuz

crowded house needed upkeep

occasionally respectable fellow

(an average Joe just Biden time

in tandem with his imaginary veep

enriched coffers, whereby generous money

found vent to all purdy girls to weep.

 

Daydreaming, and inebriate on air

I taste a liquor never brewed* beware...
potential plagiarism avoided
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) gave clear

signal, though she dwelt (still does)

with dead souls - poor dear

mine non deliberated reference to said poet
spontaneously sprung into logophile engineer

 

her brief life, yet...

impacted American and English literature
triumphant and devoid of fear

harmonious, prodigious, and voluminous

hand deftly wrought skads of poems
within her noggin cogs and appropriate gear

smoothly meshed only a humble folk like her

muffled modest gaiety only she could hear.

-------------------------------------------------------

*I taste a liquor never brewed (214)

Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886

I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,

From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun

---------------------------------------------
further details:https://
academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/
english/melani/cs6/liquor.html