A New Found Frame

From out of the sheets of rain emerges

A new found frame of mind...

Where once a burgeoning hate had slipped

Beneath the loose folds of flesh behind the neck...

Now all the barnacles have been scrapped from the Bilge, and the

Sun can shine down

Through the windowpanes, and every reflective

Surface that hastens to be found is afforded this light...

Ah, is not this frame of mind so precious?...

It glitters like the diamond in the rough...

The blindness turns into a myriad of flashes,

And then the images come swimming in in droves...

Because awareness has now risen

Like the phlegm from buried depths

That is launched out of the lungs, and clears

A pathway for what's next...

The man in the raincoat and fedora is unbuttoning his coat, and

Glancing round...

He sees a way out in the clearing,

And he is thinking more profoundly...

From out of the sheets of rain emerges

A new found frame of mind...

3/22/23

Bunny Villaire

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