a community not forgotten (all new mornings)

decorations for the lost time that it took to arrive here
like moisturized oyster shells climbing the lamb’s leg for the holidays
decadent and graceful and marked by the inclusion of past bribery
never knowing the perturbed witness, or the magnified allusion
to an indifferent social order built on razor tooth standings
and the obelisk of mother nature’s forgotten tune

still we will stand apart and feel it, calling old reference points
only to be dismissed for our greatest failing, like a lost pony
stealth and needy, set free by a passing former soldier who understands
what it means to be caged, to be dismissed, or heartbroken
only wanting to be free to roam where one pleases
and never break away from the town square of assiduous harmony

a community not forgotten heals its neighbors ailing touch
the needs of one become the efforts of many, a triumph of arduous affairs
like smoke in the morning and coloring meted landmarks, instilled,
where one grows beyond a point that does not belong to an individual
but favors the lasting bond over stock market incisors and patted back ill distortions,
now greeted passengers from missing cities arrive at the park, and stay all new mornings