[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Capuchin

It is never so easy being
Shallow like I am.
Spread thin,
Oil on troubled waters,
Rainbow sheen hiding
Nothing within.

The zen of being thin, not deep
Takes lifetimes to master
And only a second
To shatter.

Ice of a late frost
Casually and carelessly destroyed
By a single misstep, never to reform
In the warming, monstrous sun.

Not long nor phat nor deep,
Merely shallow and fat,
A thin and meaningless
Paradox.

Age has snowed white hairs on me
And all our yesterdays
I have kept my trousers rolled
And carefully have I
Ignored
Their Song.

copyright E Glas Durboraw, May 4, 2002 - Atlanta, Ga

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