Bookmarks & innuendo

 
a swallow leaves as pages of palm trees brown.
hardly drinking,  the sopping fish  
no longer around.
It’s winter now upon subtle grounds
and swallowing difficult when one has that
itch and feel that we might be missing something.
 
Bookmarked the uncertainty, the mainstay  
we do despite the weather,  
friends are left behind.  Invite to come along
creates a journey of slow to no growth
and  hence to feather in between the pages.
 
Still
There’s the climate and climate change ----
Relationships,  
reciprocal warmth
saliva worn stamps  
curling off of the
empty envelopes.
 
Beside the point?
 
Point is. . .
Education
Indoctrination
Maturation
Preservation  
Montage - Collage
& Perservation…………
 
The personal journey
is to no where special  
but somewhere
beyond  
our selves.
 
Green pages sprout and spring
all the books returned
Bookmarks removed
still  remind
us of how far we’ve traveled.
 
Trust me,
You will know  
the when
the how
the before and after. . .
 
However,
the why
perhaps  
Is an eternal path
buried somewhere
within inuendos
of the Living Tome's
pages.
 
Sometimes
I wish I had
bookmarked  
those  
damn  
places.