Eye-Line

I don’t care about relevant obsolescence.
I’ve learned the visual history of our presence.

Give us a new toy to occupy our focus.
When we are distracted, strip our bones like locusts.

I’ve almost fifty years watching, & living, life.
All its happy souvenirs rest upon a knife.

Absent of its circumstance, a memory floats.
Blade’s edge only seen when one digs deep in the notes.

All of joy only matters to the enjoyee…
Plus, those few who can truly enjoy what they see.