Second, Third and Fourth Thoughts (poem)

SECOND, THIRD AND FOURTH THOUGHTS By Jesse Scobie A trimmed lawn, gleaming in the pale of the afternoon Deer running against the wind, from afar The lexicons are subtle and filled with precautions A baby cries in the doorway of the distant star The robins will sing the "day of song", luxuriously Sipping a mocha latte, I see them flirt With a freedom found in a mother's womb The orator cannot communicate the hurt If you, who is wisely unflavored and susceptible Come to the temple of fortunate trees; And limp with the couplets of romantic passion Find Venus, Mars crumbling on your knees Speaking with politicians and cloaked salesman Of walking the trapeze line in Gomorrah; Or Arjuna seeking the light of forgiveness In a handful of rain; silk windows ablaze