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Vapor Trail from the Tenement












Ah, ah, ah, ah (Ah, ah, ah, ah)

         Oṃ maṇi padme hūṃ


One inspiration and I am already at the edge,

mouthing Don’t you just know it,

this undisciplined mind skittering off

to Huey “Piano” Smith and the Clowns,

1958, Gooba gooba, gooba gooba

(Gooba gooba gooba gooba)

 

and 66 years later, amid another failure

to banish intrusive thoughts from my attention

deficit brain, yes, Steve, dammit, breathe

in through the nose, chest rising, out through

the mouth, chest falling, uttering (muttering?)

some self-styled para-mystical chant

 

when the cranky WWII-era boiler rumbles

down in the basement of the tenement

where I’m currently squatting, and suddenly,

though I should say not so suddenly,

a hologram of a grumpy old man, arms folded,

stands blocking the path to transcendence,

 

and though I know he is nothing more

than a vapor trail following last night’s repast

at Fish Camp, simply seeking its place

in the cosmos, he blocks the way until I

abandon the chant and wait until he passes,

(not without some satisfaction, mind you)

 

and return to the breath work, failing again

to ward off inescapable grief, the sorrowful

meanderings, idiotic inklings, dumb song lyrics,

the irksome reminders that I am only

a subletter in this ramshackle building, living

here until the boiler explodes, or a gale blows

 

the roof off, at which time I guess (I don’t know)

I’ll join some other grumpy holograms, flap

my vaporous wings, and float off

on the ageless thermalsAh,

ah, ah, ah (Ah, ah, ah,

ah ….)

 

—SL, New Paltz, NY/Port Royal, SC, Jan. 2024

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Larry Winters
Larry Winters
Mar 18

It is the season of our lives that our vision clears to see the whole picture everything has decompartmentalized and we are naked again,

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Michael Halminski
Michael Halminski
Feb 03

I've just had to catch up with your last 3 entries. Your words do wonders. We are doing well and miss seeing you at the beach, we both hold so dear.

Your picture of the marsh at Port Royal looks so peaceful.

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write4hire
Feb 04
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Thank you so much, Michael, There's a different kind of peace here than on that beach we hold so dear, but the landscape of the Low Country is captivating.



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