For The Visionary, No Vision Poem by Tim Cronin

For the visionary, no vision
No blood for the pharmacy technician
Elections end with no real decision
And in winter no love, no kissin

Here is mud.
Cows lazily chewing cud
While roses wait to leave their bud-

So I shall forsake rhyme

Time's crime going too fast
Or perhaps we are all just very quick ourselves

Birthday balloon stuck in that tree since December
Winter will be over soon
Remember
How summer is the season to surrender