Compass

Sunny, Breezy

This eldritch, sea-etched concave stone
cups rainwater on my table
long after day's all dried.
Sun illumined; candled,
mirroring, scattering, slow-blushing.

Spider's still centered in empty orb, conserving,
but bobbed about smartly by expressive breezes
tugging hard on tall grass tethers,
testing her silk.

Breeze breathing through grief's puzzling absence
in tousled head of sun-bliss donderer.*

All those state-dependent memories*
that stand outside the time,
holler in their dollar's worth of fun,
ambient distillers and fortifiers,
invisible enhancers of all scenarios
(where traumas have subsided
anxieties receded for the present drift),

free stage-paint for the facing of our years
and pursed lips of after-summer kisses,
when days parade their catwalk wiggle,
inner fruit-sweet peristalsis too,
right into Winter's icy camp
where his white-gold banners
blind afternoon roads.

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*A 'donderer' is one who donders - a state of not quite knowing what one is about ;)

*State-dependent memories - that's a psychological expression not a political one. These are not dependent on state handouts, haha, but are memories triggered by similarities. In September we remember more September memories etc.