Consequently I attempt something fictive
Enter the realm of dubious gestures
And cash the portal out for genuine articles
Regardless of the putative existence or its lack
Of a fiction designated as supreme or transcendent
You’ve seen these paltry measures
Parking meters grease-stained menus
The trailing plant that took over the living room
Satisfaction lurks in such familiarities
A vital nutriment under the parasols
Bodies encased in the speed-can
Persisting well enough apparently
Consuming their podcasts
Children drawing pictures of tiny family members
Practitioners of shibboleths and elaborate handshakes
So stop fretting over whither is fled
The visionary gleam
Allow yourself a favorite song
A favorite story
A cup of coffee a sandwich and you-oo
Enjoy the harsh morning glare off the road surface
Made of seashells in southern Florida
Remembered in the tightening grip of age