Speaking only for myself,
I’d suggest that this could be
today’s interpretation
of Lady Liberty,
the inscription at her feet
a contemporary take:
“Instead of huddled masses
a massive bad headache!”
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg.
And kudos to the unknown sculptor.
Sing a song of decadence,
a hymn to sweet excess,
paean to insouciance —
hail, oh, sticky mess!
Concupiscence so caramel’d,
so delicately plated,
inarguable its tenet:
self-restraint is over-rated.
With a tip of the hat (and maybe the scales)
to The Cake Bake Shop by Gwendolyn Rogers,
Broad Ripple, Indianapolis.
How thoughtful Nature
to warm our eyes
before the year’s
glacéed demise.
What awesome palette,
it must be told,
that blends tomato
with marigold.
As home décor,
though bright and merry,
by that same Nature,
alas,
temporary.
The art of persuasion
knows how to combine
a shy little house
and come-hither sign.
With so simple a glyph
Demosthenes’ voice
summons me in:
I’ve absolutely no choice.
Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.
Going along usually
means we are resignedly
used to certain monotony
knowing what we’re going to see.
But the gods of serendipity
with powers deft and wizardly
bestow upon us mercifully
an occasional jolt of jollity
and make us say with energy
that of all a city’s jewelry
the best is nonconformingly
that thing with personality.
Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.
Goosebumps on a frog
amphibious grinning bliss
perhaps you too have memory
of one immortal kiss.
More thanks to photographer S.W. Berg,
and to sculptor Pokie Park for her work titled
“I’ve Been Kissed.”
Eyes up
or dead ahead
full-faced
uncorseted
youthful
oaken vertebrae
steel-enforced
DNA.
Downcast eyes
will not attend
the future that
these two portend.
Fearless Girl times two
foreseeing
each steadfast
in her own being.
To all the dads who have given the world Fearless Girls, a very happy Fathers’ Day!
With thanks to the unnamed photographer,
to sculptor Kristen Visbal,
and, of course, to Emmy.
