The Young Philosophers
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

"It is as if . . . yet wait . . . but how
if only . . . and now surely
. . . The architecture of the mind
is built by . . . now I disagree
. . . The soul is it . . . I think !"

And so they drone in front of stars
just older than themselves.
Young hearts confronting wisdom's brood
the whys . . . the wheres . . . the hows.

And on their knees no grass stains found
as they stand around
in big men's clothes
and forsake the kite on cloudy wind
while nestling up to theories.

"Downwind of love lies reason . . . !
. . . Now I must protest . . .
. . . It is our only means . . .
But random chance . . . Explain to me . . . !"

And on they drone in big men's clothes
with no grass stains on their knees.