All I have is a screen saver device for the richest
of warm Summer evenings when the work is done
and all the floss is about to bloom for they
ask only me and my time
and not the verbiage about the right of way
that asks not for the render of the timous
and the flame to be yourn.
I will be then and now not the one
who isn’t able to see,
for it is about the work of many
and the time of few
to be here and there
around the fumigated lifetime
of the insect-lights called home.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017