Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


mosaic, we abide


weird-weeds & beetles-bad
unkempt, black fouls
time snobs
fingers-a-pointing
darkness-a-reigning

sweet flower blooms
of summer
butterfly lightness
a flutter
sunshine color rainbows
flumes of clouds
flutes of wind
nature strums
such beauty music

heart bleeds for beetles-bad
and weeds a weirding
rejoice for clouds and flumes
of colors and flute winds

we abide by nature
in perfect goodness
excludes none
punishes no one

weeds a tumble
to flutes singing
and clouds drift
to rainbow colors
rains still showering
earth’s thirst
quenched

everything still
colors mix
sounds blend
bad, good, weeds
flowers, beetles
butterflies

all a flutter a chew
all beautiful
whole and always
a beautiful mosaic

we abide.

Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008

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