a lovely ode, my brother. love the last line and the word,forever, on which if you would indulge me, I would care to expound. for me, forever is a river. if humans are made to feel temporal it is owing to their being made to believe that they are glasses of water, rather than the river. glasses of water and not belonging to schemes greater than that restriction. forever is a river. a horse before it is broken and saddled and fit for riding. and turned into a clock to set, that we not be late arriving for work and toiling for an employer who knows not our true worth and nature and pays us in weekly checks as if forever was a paycheck. when forever is toiling for the love of work, not gain. glasses of water are a pain in the rear end to clean. forever is self cleansing. forever is easily explained. if we are forced to give it up it is because they have turned rivers into glasses of water and cloistered us into believing we are not. the plot against humanity to turn rivers into glasses of water. I think my theory holds water, albeit a theory is not a glass but a river.

I always feel like that in August.

I think I've been on that porch more than once. It's one of my favorites. Great poem.

Brilliant piece of work sir. I sense a little Bruce Springsteen mixed in there to oil those wheels of poetry.

It always takes me a few reads to realize this is really you writing a serious piece - I keep expecting a silly punch line to punch me. Great stuff here, thoughtful, dare I say "wise"?