An Obvious Homage

He lives a life of languid loneliness
And sails from shore to star-kissed shore
Oft off’ring thoughts to fools and thieves
‘Midst the nurture of buds and leaves
And wonders what this all is for
And what means the somber

He basks in love of one so fine and fair
The years cannot this truth deny
The pulsing pounding of his stricken heart
That sometimes seems prepared to fly apart
At word of love or oft-heard heartfelt sigh of

He ponders weary, worldly chores
And curses the Fool who sails to arduous shores
Fleeing from the fleeting feeling
That his dazed mind holds, reeling
In sad demure unseeming 
‘Til his fruitless life lies

50 Lakes Minnesota 2002

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