By David Eide  

The Splendid Feast

Reading on blue Wednesday in the park of dreams; pure reality!
Splendid readings at the first door of youth when the look is still unspoiled.
Splendid spirits speak proudly in brief winter before absorbed into the space that compels us.
Splendid nights in quiet zones between the words of superior men.
Splendid rolling thoughts through greenery of some instant we haven't given a name.

Incessant driven beauty scrambles through at dawn before the barking of dogs.

Mind that bolts through the forgotten door.
Mind that has done with company and competition 
                      learning to enjoy the splendid feast at the table of the noble fools.