I spent time visiting the "Old Elephant Burial Ground".
It reminded me of a "Sculpture Garden" in the front yard,
where some demented artist name "Trecklia" lives.
Ribs lay as stunned stone to the sun's light,
bleaching outward,
reaching through a million frozen joints.
Mocking birds flitting skillfully about,
stealthily presenting themselves as beauty.
"Passions red" long gone,
they sing,
they sing to the dead,
with imitational efforts to charm life,
long gone,
long long gone!
As I parted that day,
heading north to the pull of the Georgia mountains,
the sign simply read in bone white,
pale green and blue......
"You are leaving the sunshine State"!
I smiled for the first time in days.
Needless to say,
"north east" embodies my contemplational move!
Lalepop'
