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| Nick seeks the Elixir |
At winter's end
Residing in Santa Cruz County
In year of Cassini's plunge into Saturn
My physician prescribes
Yang Forest Amber
For melancholy.
One taste:
My pains recede
Like morning mist
Upon Two Bar Creek.
Two taste:
My sluggish brain dissolves
Pops, prances, flies like sparrow.
I grow sly, wise
Observant as a child.
Three taste:
I rise to heaven as music
I sing to my supper, laugh at my woes.
Wellness flooding my being
Overflowing my banks
I cry:
Doctor, Doctor
No more medicine please.
Three taste make me already
One with the Immortals.
4 comments:
Nick,
You're getting better at this. Just right!
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