In the early evening light
the shadows of the ants working
stretch away for seeming miles
as if their lives and work
as if their lives and work
meant something
even the sand grains
stand like mighty quartz
monuments
to an epic race
to an epic race
I could say that Claude Monet fella
was onto something and
to hell with each and every one of you
middlebrow twits congratulating yourselves
for getting the joke
A fleeting moment
of eternal truth
gone with the fading light
dead to time
alive in memory
and fading with equally
insignificant me:
This is the holy paradox
the lesson I will own
in time for my
last sundown.
From the forthcoming collection Nymphomagic Electroshock and Other Middle-Aged Complaints.
Copyright © 2017 by Lawrence Roy Aiken.
Copyright © 2017 by Lawrence Roy Aiken.
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