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Marathon gunner in the fast lane
Hastening faster and faster,
You that break the home barrier but
Hang in the void of the morning's dash
Held back by the hog of the rush,
Fidgeting the taillights'
Gating hurry to the sixth power
While your family's lives asteroid by;
Slow up by the lush garden side
And smell the satined moments;
Pleasing is the scented bask
In the warm temporariness
Of fleeting ephemeral's harvest;
Shelter under Life's tree,
Tasting the clustered presence
And the fruitage of your offspring.
Lay down the bulging semi of yet to be driven
That Sisyphean hauling up never's pass,
Up the mountain of perpetual regress
And stroll in the rainbowed 'midst'
Of the infinite trees of brief
Up the lightly leaved path
Welled in the soft shading of Now,
Oh needful son.
Previously published in La Fenetre International
Literary Magazine, Summer 2007
Daniel Wilcox hiked through Cal State Long Beach (Creative Writing), Montana, Europe, Palestine/Israel, taught classrooms of full of teenagers trying to avoid literature, and experienced a slew of too many problems to bury. He’s one of those odd ducks, not a swan, who’s stuffed with corny humor and weighed down by philosophical conundrums. Now he eco-litters out lines in The Medulla Review, Recusant, Western Friend Magazine, Centrifugal Eye, Danforth Review, etc. A book of his poetry, Dark Energy, was published by Diminuendo Press. Daniel lives with a second volume Psalms, Yawps, and Howls, a speculative novel, a cat named Fizzy, and his wife on the coast of California – not in that order. His demise is coming closer and closer; but besides some mortician carrying over his remains, like in math, he is a follower of Yeshua, having faith that all of real value will never die. His e-mail address: Daniel Wilcox