Idyll Shores and Sandy Wild-

Idyll Shores and Sandy Wild

L. Edgar Otto   21 November, 2012

As I gazed on Isles the shores Sandy wild

     Big Apple dream, American pie

My washed out feathers full of sea-foam candy  

     I will build anew Far Rock'a'Bye

Not that I've been here before as seasons spin

     but that I'll have to leave her again

As all who try to mend another's broken wing

     even while they're losing everything

A bitter pill the swallow has to swallow memories

     washed down underground, gaping gullet landfills

Recycled gold made into ash, returned to pulp the paper

     crumpled cars, a rice of trees and telephone wires

Riding out a storm, window image lower than the highrise

      as night returns without moonlight and guiding stars

The roller coaster ride the way from nature wrangled,

      worked, lost every which way the up & down so tangled

Flee South, fly North, nest, risk the wind, home, rest again

Light leaving cheer of warmth defies the snowbound glow

      mercifully short the lonely trial, lifeblood of oil, last taper

Ducks in rows, round rivers with lucky numbers, raffles,

     riffles winning the Kewpie doll if I could preen my crude

Rich feathers that I can breathe & float again

     as if forever the hopeful child memories not forgotten

Like the sticky price that clings to everything in airy

     pinks and blues though made of cotton candy.

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