Unlocking Summer by Heidi Robertson 7/31/2013
Privilege awaits dinner on a cartoosh leather couch
Where if you’re not in, you’re out
and clunky canvas slip-ons are not what it’s all about
but they’ll still take your credit card
Imagine, feel, receive
Deer Valleying a fish out of water
While in more Eastern parts
Fish for bounty
Along the Weber River,
Meat Taker, meet Life Giver.
Ouch! Prey’s not flash fried
but dieing to dine finely
In time, melts on tongue and tallon
like Koosharem trout and greens
Chef Georgesprepares exquisitely
Dinner reservations at St. Regis
Funiculas a geriatric privilege
Risk dieing in trying to have too much fun
Which others deny, not I
Her grace retires early
but stirs, whirs, in feathery flurry
Hot roding and bodying like blackbirds
Perhaps you heard them calling
sleek onyx oiled bodies in pursuit
on Crimson yellow wings
put cautious blue haired herons away
Gone with nesting 401Ks
for night play
Now while the male is napping,
She’s reclining wide awake
Flicks and taps acrylic nails, not cigarrettes
Figuring her bottom line
When I retire will I collect my pay….just sit around all day?
Perched licking lips and itching fingers
Renting real estate to renters
Converting money markets in loosers, winners
And play at novice avarice?
No. I don’t believe in this. Forget it.
I’ll be a hungry heartist
Flirt with art in open markets
With candy colored stripes and tents
Set up shop, to sell, and sleep and haggle in
A Poor Sicilian if I must,
Vespa riding for bust
Curating happily on cheese and wine my golden time
I wonder on the friends and pieces I’ll collect…
When I defect
Will foreigners make time with sentiment and values?
Forget to ask me in and back again?
Depends on all I’ve given, how I’ve loved
and learning second languages
Will they be similar in mind?
Hold gripes, stereotypes
or leave them at the country line
Hope to nab an international grab bag…
of closet braggarts
Taggarts sweets samplers
Jack and Jillers, Jazzy stealers,
Daring to cross the yellow line.
Let’s make a dealer
His and hers.
In this, I’ll share with friends a quieter side
A kinder unconditional find
All right being me, you being you
Like catdog floating clouds
allowed to move both in and out of composition
And people who love visionaries.
Blind to faults
Slow to squeeze the gift….
Praising what ifs
When I am older, slower,
I hope to be the breed I choose to be…
A See’s candy assortment emissary
of dark and milky, nutty chews, Bordeauxs, and creamy caramels
Sporting so many taste bud wranglings,
that even I can’t name them all
Friends never growing tired of me
In staying long and longer
in disbanding time devises
Amune to sugar coma and beta blockers
With Hover crafting walkers
Prone to shop the Sky Mall
Not afraid to call.
Calling me a Goer
Heart smart knower
Granny Pucket kung fu fighter
Hoodwinker, great deep thinker
and still quiet tendencies
with more polished friendencies.
Come home again. Come play with me,
High saddling, camaradering
Watch periwinkle thistles peel and spill away
White watering the spillway,
Stay and sieze the day
Intentfully with feetfully we’ll romp
and say we’re none the worse for these.
I think to ornery cacti
my overatures fall mute,
unheard, without a hint of lilacs on the sage
True blue as oranging marigolds
You’ll welcome me it’s certain
most definitely send salutations
Never hurt me……
Unless it is to know my place here on the hillside
Unless…this is useless
Maybe I assume more than I should…
This could be bad in terms of dropping frequencies
This is an energy emergency
Call Rocky Mountain Power
They’ll muscle right away
But how to know asystole?
In fearing… stash pink sequined hats
Move fast the part… or be found out
Lacking permission for trespass
Gutter hugging down the spillway
where half a dozen men are all….still… fishing
I lay in wait in hiding.
Still. In trying to be a shebush.
Wishing to attract fish stories.
Yes! Law of Attraction says
They’re not still! They stir. They fuss.
They must! Like little boys with sticks,
Their joy! They kick, and flick and tag at trout
finessing dinner out and into fying pans
until they’ve met their limit.
Merhaps I could be this as well…
“She is a close relation and has scaley hands.”
But not Palmolive brand 🙂
Or should I stick and bob more sensible things
I want to know. I need to grow.
What! I’m looking for the secret to King Salmon in the suds
What a dud!
In all his valored widsom will not divide the baby up
Won’t fillet and grill him
the spices still in Mahli til the rainy season
For micro (waved) invested reasons
While down the trail
A spray of leggy hoppers fan through foxtails
As wind shuts two less known familiars…
They hold me in abeyance. “Wait!” they say
I will jump the fence or squeeze through as I like
Tresspassing black and white
splitting atoms in gray half-life,
And like a little snooping kid -ride hokey pokey
And like the trusted bike, she knows me and still holds me
for miles and miles with love’s soft spoke-en purrings
The fish has got away, the line is broken
The school has changed her course
and I’m the one in need…. of different keys
Quarters, to ride the big white Andalusian horses
Tickets to run the carrosel
I understand both choice and voice quite well
The wisdom of power not force
And resonating higher frequencies
But I don’t have to like the lower sort
No fun in thinking you think me a fool
And so it’s back to school
New tires and fins or not….
There is a Cost in going with this current
And like a fish I must not fight
The hook will set much deeper
It simply is, and so I write
in loving right, love comes much more easily
You’ve slipped away to other seas
Rotated in a jiffy, lubed and gone…
On childlike knees you’ll kneel in other places
Play other spaces,
Lighting other faces
and life is fine.