The fountain at albert park

a soft yellow petal called waitangi day
gentle waters gently rush. just kisses no fuss
massey short stories silently starts stutters, stammers the dark
bronze work of art. beauty is its own respite. you are the flower
you are the month. you are the day. magnifying mind's eternal complexity
some poetry. some esp. a dolphin floats in my blue mind. M has put fish in my fray
maple leaves in canadian winter. indian summer...what's happening to me
myriad life's possibilities as a 91-year old lies dead
galloping into sun's rays. lemme live life while i'm here. tomorrow is near, unnear,
clear unclear, water sand mist clogged into one called destiny. Live.