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born usually unto October

a rustic color of brown

in the big room that changes

I came upon a tiny, tarnished crown

obviously left behind as a little reminder

to he who so ever sees

that mother nature is still capable of doing

whatever she damn well please

no man today is too great that he can't be brought

to his death or knees

the raise and rains of her rampant wrath alone can

be quite an evil and murderous tease

imagine a sort of sabotaged bobbing for the human

spirit

what a grossly misguided suggestion

the general rift experienced rebounds on the true

nature of human fervor into a channel of positive

direction

even when man loses all, he still has his hopes and the

innate ability to rest, recover and recoup

he can withstand the destruction brought down upon

his home and head only to then rebuild his losses and

regroup

this solitary, little, trampled crown tells an intimate story

to my stimulated senses

forcing me to wonder just who wore this abandoned

second hand crown

answers continually evade he who foolishly fences

I hold it so tenderly in my hot yet hopeful hand

was the previous owner royal or more so common in

his chosen stand

it doesn't really matter you know

for whoever he was, he still was a breathing mortal

man first

he may indeed have left this precious little crown

behind but at least he saved himself from the absolute

worst

or so I would like to think............

(written Sept 28,1992 pm)