Fringe softly up . to the grim, cash mere hiker; don't
get tricked away in eddies of empathy. Dip a pigeon
toe to test, hand scoop a riff : Lord bless this child! wet
the so dry cereals of angels.
One love streams from Jamaica, mapsters say . cruise
ships dock not near enough to the source. Island
talk of turning it into a wealth spa, not yet official,
requires major investment.
And before you know it
The Chinese have slipped in a lock shy bride made
proposal . as per perceptions of bubbles mouth
watering the wage bush underneath, and bamboo joint
suckers who custom tied badly need sap easement.
At others : news of fresh aircraft loss over the ocean
still sends lovers and mothers rushing weep good
grief! back to the airport . following shore lines to the last
Chaplin moustache of human undertaking.
Yes, yes, alternatives wine 'n' sign, though as climate
belles set off earth warm sirens – time running out for
the north fondue? ̶ re:up before your solace shrubs.
And recall the Arbeit iron gate tweet . how camp track
tears strip barkers free?
Your grace so said, lift 'n' serve
first the dead; for ground swell sake, please! count
recount your moons ~ Aie aie aie
– W.W.
QUESTIONS SPRING-MELTED
Are robins hungrier than usual
in Spring, or simply gladly greedier?
Does hysteric anxiety inform
their chorus, or does it gush from nestling-
beaks that can't distinguish between hunger
and joy but know the end of scarcity
in the rumbling of a million waking
worms signalling their readiness as food
by simply going about their business,
quite superficial, of stirring the Earth
into sprouting more grass for men to cut
̶ and where has my question gone now that this
boomerang listening brings back questions
as cries, turning ears into beaks and men
into birds who can't help their happiness,
more so since they have no need to name it.
(from "Within The Wind" © by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 