Call me Ishmael….

 

CONEY ISLAND

What would be required

to be a magician of wonderment

and create laughter and

JOY

all day long as if

HAFIZ was whispering

in your  ear

taking you to 

Coney Island for a ride on the

you know what and

having a hot dog

afterwards

with all the works.

Wouldn't that make you

CLAP YOUR HANDS?

How long am I going to

refrain from eating hotdogs

just because my mother

boiled them and they

tasted like xxxx and 

the “medical profession

and the alternative health

gurus and the swami swami's

may not encourage

hot dog consumption

even though there it

not much that tastes

better to me than a

grilled dog on JULY 4th

THE TULIPs

he tulips on the table she so

lovingly bought to entertain my friends

are DROOPING now.

Yet there is a splendor as they

OPEN up so PERFECTLY FULLY

trumpeting their inner world

with all it's colorful splendor

Why would we need to judge

their beauty as "fading" when

it is so fully expressed and

shares such wisdom so effortlessly