Synopsis Poem by Patricia Fritsche

The eye

I see with, from ego, or id

altered everyday.



Soles of decisions

that walk passageways

carrying substance

of its very soul.



Meat consumed daily

in reflection, as it stands, on survival,

when met, and are digested.



Blue of the sky's immortal table,

as I blew to final goodbyes

cedar feelings laid in chest of parlor dreams.



Maybe, bring out needle's mower of strength

to sew on any new thoughts.

As this plane of time moves ahead

in plain view and understood.



Tea for two and grounded tee

rooted in

grass serene

par for the course, again.