In the Pink
In the Pink a Full Moon Sinks with Reveille.
Beguiling eyes scatter dust on a Hunt.
Some sort of Crustacean
Chameleon Black and
passionate pleas and pangs
in retreat, doubting
Vulnerable and Under the feet
of a Star shone gleam of fish swimming upstream.
In Peak Condition
on the Peak of MT. Bliss
a Ridge line Fracture Transfigures
decisions incurred along a Trail
A Waiting sunrise poses the question, What is Truth?
Is It Found in a Bottle strewn in a Bag
many Steps, the Count of Mountless
Burdenless Motions where emotions
Harp Auld Lange Syne....and In the Mire
of Drink Salmon traverse upstream tirelessly as Grizzley paws are found, in the Pink.