How to
prevent gray spiritual draught?
Hang up great art -- precisely, on your walls.
Or leave them vacant. Let your thought freefall.
A free for all imaginers
who pass through your abode.
The shoreline - vacant sand;
The tree spikes - cubist art.
And noise, rumble, humm
grayscape of noise on nature's yellow cape.
I walked near water rivulets that ran between
two names half erased away:
Melissa and Jonathan.
In the sand, she - the scheming busy bee
inscribed them while Jonathan searched the shore for shells.
For it could be, his home with nice things,
an air of credibility; dreamt voiceless dreams --
while she ran stick through sand and weed
in search of grace by a noisy lake.