A trail near Rose Canyon Lake in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Computer Painting by kenne
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
where I will do
anything for you —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
where no previous day
will be like this —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
sharing moments of bliss
and transcendental longings —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
reading Wallace Stevens
and escape by metaphor —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
outlining the contours
of our experience —
delaying not, hurrying not.
Baby come walk with me
around the lake
creating our own cosmos
resembling the Creation —
delaying not, hurrying not.
— kenne
(“delaying not, hurrying not” from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman)
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