Monozygotic

Slouching for a better vantage point I sift, 

like a pan of dirt and gold

Searching San Franciscan post-Russian rivers.
We recklessly careen through the concrete water ways

And dull colored Victorians.

A monozygotic masterpiece

Mirrors my position; nature’s own likeness.

Oh the things we see when we open our eyes.

Nature in her glowing hands holds a bag, it contents mysterious;

Magic and mirth?

Mystical powders?

Mushrooms and medallions?

She holds the making of reality in her reusable shopping bag.
Nature dawns identical shiny red overcoats

With faux leopard cuffs and circular framed glasses

And sits on the bus in front of me.

Her fury cuffs begin to purr and snarl.

With my thoughts I ask her what she has in her bag of tricks.

In unison nature she replies “groceries.”

Nature is an installation artist.

A magician

We, we are all just collectors of images and experience

THE show
Admission is free,

Curtain call is your birthday,

Bring your own snacks.