Thanks go once again to the Secret Poets for their assistance in revising these poems.
The first [you can read the last version here] required a complete restructuring.
some do not understand the beneficence of drink
how it grants distance smooths life’s wrinkles
he spends his evenings on park benches
slowly observing the clouds change shape
a tin of the cheapest Pilsner warm in his hand
bewitched by his escape plan
there is better than here
this land being cursed
but over the hill lies real promise
everything will be so different
I think it reads better now, though I was loath to lose the references to Calypso, but clarity is essential.
This second poem only required the removal of the last line. You can read the original here.
the secrets of the sun
hide in plain sight
but you need asbestos eyes
to clock the beauty
of hydrogen become helium
some have tried
Milton for example went blind
hunting solar flares at noon
through a borrowed telescope
so a word to the wise
accept what you are given
welcome the sun’s light on your skin
let it warm those ageing bones