Lithe Hills By Richard King Perkins II

Lithe Hills By Richard King Perkins II

I’ve colonized your outer planets

deliberately

 

with grand expressions

and dark portals of insanity.

 

Mercifully, April prays uncontained

as the sun falls distinctly

 

in tremulous waves below the horizon

and your discrete aspects are revealed;

 

lithe hills of ebony, chiseled wings,

and weeping telescopes of imperfection.

 

You were the dirty child

wandering the boneyards of dead streets,

 

a shredded web of emptiness

generating the machinery of thought,

 

clutching fractions

as if they were flyaway moons

 

and given all that we’ve been

how can you say you’ll never cavort again

 

gathering figs around

this silent exultation of earth.

 


Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, USA with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart, Best of the Net and Best of the Web nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications.