I thought myself wise
Standing by the Shore of Avalon
Allowing my mortal eyes to
Drink in the magical images of
Celtic mounds and Valleys
Far from the whispering Shadows
Draw away after the slither
I thought to myself
By the shores of Avalon
Now I am as pure as the
Black kitten that sleeps
Entities of imagination
Until I blinked it away
Remembering the I that am
If I could only stay in this
place of present kiss
I would never count coins
nor care if the clouds grayed
Avalon now removed from
underneath my fingernails
I find myself alone
Not by the glimmering shore
In an empty wooding floor
Corn Beef is done
Mustard cabbage too soggy
©2016 Abdul Batin Bey
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