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                 Milkweed Dreams

On a hill beside the lake milkweed pods 

split silently, taking days to create an improbable

cotton field caught in light of a low slung Maine 

late October sun. Growing to white gold before 

sunset, before a cold clear night when hunter's 

moon, a magic naked diver, hangs bewitched and bare

above the water. The bashful moon waits for 

a cloud to cover her. The night waits for the 

slightest breeze when milkweed seeds may drift off

unseen, as faces in a dream you know you

had but can't remember. Seedpods open as 

two small hands in supplication. Signal: Please,

let this breeze carry us to fertile ground, not lakes

or this dream is one from which we never wake.

        I did better in posting this time.With reference to the previous post: the sun was bright and warm before the picture window this morning at 6:13 AM. I carefully avoid adding any porn.

Compensation: On The Ides Of August

Compensation On The Ides Of August Six thirty AM: naked in the picture window, pleased by the rising sun — but soon I must drew the shades for you pay for the light with heat and by noon the room would be too hot. Nature, Emerson says, is not given free and like any pleasure payed for by protecting it or restraint or other compensation. Afternoon, reading on a bench by the pond an old oak substitutes for the shades. a tree which isn't mine in the sense of being me but I protect, care for, as I guard and care for my home. As for my pleasure in rising early to stand naked and dress in the morning sun, where is the payment, the compensation Emerson claims must be due to even this if it gives pleasure? It must be that I am here alone — I mean I should have been a sufficiently different me. to have brought thee,whoever you are, to be here with me in Nature's blessed light.

ADVANTAGES IN LIVING ALONE ?

Compensation On The Ides Of August Six thirty AM: naked in the picture window, pleased by the rising sun — but soon I must drew the shades for you pay for the light with heat and by noon the room would be too hot. Nature, Emerson says, is not given free and like any pleasure payed for by protecting it or restraint or other compensation. Afternoon, reading on a bench by the pond an old oak substitutes for the shades. a tree which isn't mine in the sense of being me but I protect, care for, as I guard and care for my home. As for my pleasure in rising early to stand naked and dress in the morning sun, where is the payment, the compensation Emerson claims must be due to even this if it gives pleasure? It must be that I am here alone — I mean I should have been a sufficiently different me. to have brought thee,whoever you are, to be here with me in Nature's blessed light.