Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley

a convention of bland and smug green things is a brief summer facade

yes there are ledges where muted colors gather in serenity

coming to the end in a rush of pageantry and sunblown revolt

. . . and save they shall cast these things away, and consider themselves fools before God, and come down in the depths of humility , ...

the moon's impression on the darkening blue sky is a cricket chirp

far beyond the sky I know is another sky filled with richer awe Tim Torkildson

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to watch the rainbow keep blessing the heavens high is my foolish work