The Metaphysical Club
It was supposed to be entertaining.
Torches and all.
Only that friends forgot
and instead the moon plays tricks.
Ouch! a rattling represents
a bike on the ground.
That's why moonlight's called analytic --
sharp edges, flowing depths.
Damn curiosity, or perhaps I was just searching
for my friends --
and I got lost. Dragged into the
Plucking up courage to give in.
Flow out of concern.
Sun is green,
and blue, and yellow.
Tall trees invite day from behind the shed
and there is the garden bench.
Bees wake up.
Oatmeal with honey.
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