Companionship,
is that a resource scarcity?
Who we trust
often is,
so we build
our relationships
on person by person basis

in an act of wisdom
which is also precious
if mostly pragmatic.
What is it, when I seek
an ends for a means I wonder.
I hazard that something
isn't worth a lot if it
isn't pragmatic

A Victory Garden
recycles, reduces, reuses
the lawn:
clippings for mulch,
less trips to store,
the same plot every year.
Expanding one's thought,
but these aren't new ideas
they're as old as Natural history.

Only recently have we
started remembering
as Geologic time is largely
unrecorded-
Astral time is a jig-saw puzzle...
Recorded history but
a speck of dust on
the beaches of time.
Make no mistake, time
has volumes like
chapbooks on shelves.
Maybe blackholes are the library

Rainbows
access to bring
promises of peace
lending time
to roses
for stopping
and smelling
the beautiful
words of poets,
A red red rose

of freedom and necessity,
we bow to beauty
as sorts of harmony
that plays with our heads
forgetting the ills
of world's rubble
and all the work left
to rebuild temples
of Life, Love, and Hope
in the hearts of Mankind's
soul.

At our feet, unseen,
we build
mostly pragmatic
ends for means,
expanding our thoughts
on beaches of time
with volumes
of beautiful harmonies
swimming