Angela J Presutto

Sea Shore Remembrance

While tending to my chaos garden

I pricked my plumage on old wounds

Disguised as robots.

They shriek and whine - chiming

The vertebrates of my spine

To an o-so-distant drumming.

My mind humming,

The song, back to you.

My garden path is lit

By the radiance of stars,

Pretending to be parked cars -

Ready to take you away,

To smooth roads atop rocky ground.

I tend, to sow

The benefits of my tomorrows.

Since yesterdays are easily obtained.

In my chaos garden

Jade flowers bloom

From butts of smoked cigarettes.

Here, everything has its place

And I re-trace

The outline, of infinity.