Cool Avenues
Along cool avenues in thought I walked
Beneath the high-branched, leafy-shading trees
More venerable than Methuselah.
Remembrance came and went like dappled pools
Of light and shade across the surfaces
Of forest paths on which I roamed. My mind,
That Summer’s day, recalled scenes of past joys
Familial, of sport and leisured ease.
Scenes too of desperate import, of wild
Confusions and near-tragedies. All that
I ever owned, or prized, took shape and then
Dissolved into reality’s clear air.
Now random thoughts are all that I posses, it seems,
Except recurrent memories of such mixed themes.
