friday

thanks for the sun

to brighten up the day

with warmth

never mind the daily quarrels

we all might fall prey to

contradictions of not listening

enough to neighbours

teachers and also parents

at times

“later in life you’ll see it for

yourself” mom used to say

but young and rebellious

blood overruled any advice

warning or prediction

given to us thru’ experiences

by the elderly.

the poet dreams and dives

into a sea of shared romance

a world of tolerant reactions

to all his observations

a tranquil pond of love –

thanks to all friends who will

assemble to less fanfare

not to forceful cleverness

or conducive falsifications

are we what we eat?

though we are defined by

by our friends –

the poet ends his stanzas

where the artist has

already been.

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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