13.September.26

First heifer said to the first, β€œHi, high fir.”

Second heifer looked upward and said to the second, β€œHi. Y’re a higher fir.”

Third heifer up-moved its head even more and said to the third, β€œHi, next-highest fir.”

Fourth heifer, high on hay, said to the fourth, β€œHi. For a fir, you are as high as I.”

Fifth heifer, half her herd’s average size, asked the fifth, β€œHi. Have I earned, for here fir, highest or fairest?”

Sixth heifer, bearing half-calf in slow-tow, plotted to the sixth, β€œHi. Far be it for this mum-sum-some to hi-offer a high fare, but, re the perfect height of both your branches and bark for these patches of unreachable scratches stark, I have more than enough moolah if I couldβ€”for her, for meβ€”please, big cheese of these trees, use you as a loofah.” ; )

11.September.26

For the bullionist believes more wishes in the well somehow improves odds, whether by sheer count of coin or value of each face. But, gates can turn heavenly or leadenlyβ€”opening way to oneiric odysseys or closing quay to soul sellers and gyp ships. Hold not less faith in the loafer’s penny, tossed in the fountain for neither desire nor mimicked indifference, but for half-second’s fleeting joyβ€”aural plop and rainy dropβ€”that, then, does not so metallically sink as it does metaphysically rise spirit’s peace via winsome wonderβ€”and its granted waves reverberating. ; )

10.September.26

That which alights horizon of sweating swevens,

Connecting its bow to rain collected below,

Buttercupping awe across pool’s static stillβ€”

Like the grace of a tear running a chinned cheek

As it limns balm upon morbidezza’s fallen faceβ€”

Finds, in its terrestrial tattoo, an oneiric offspring,

An iteration of itself as fleeting as a held blink,

Yet sincere enough to assure that itβ€”as ink’s imagoβ€”

Holds worthβ€”in space of its breaking, bonding mercy. ; )