Grapes of August 
I like to walk ; and I like to walk nude  
Its something I always did  
just never got much of a chance  
unless I was hiking in the back of the beyond . 
I guess it’s a feeling of freedom ,sans clothes that is  
I once circumvented the island of Erriad (inner Hebrides  ) 
in the nude with pimsoles and stick   
I did the same  on  the better part of a lake in North Ontario , 
in the buff off a white sand key  in   Florida , 
swam naked the seven sacred pools of  Maui , 
took in bare an medieval estate in  Tuscany, 
another in Poland , a loch in Ireland  , 
mountains in Greece ,country roads in Brittany ,  
a Cathedral in NYC at mid night ,  
desert walks in Utah , and North Africa  , 
the Catskills , parts of the Presidential's,  a 
and if that gives me bare  bragging  rights, 
I've got more naked adventures  walking  
than  I can shake my stick at    
Here in deep woods Mississippi ; 
I have land , now having land , 
despite its archaic implications  
of greed ,gives one a sense of space  
and to a certain degree, 
…. freedom ... 
depending the time of day  , 
one can roam explore nature 
in the natural without fear or armor 
and swim to your hearts content  
in the buff  at life's pond  
In the years that  I have lived here  
there is comfort in that  I have never  
seen anyone unannounced on my land  
Freedom is such a fleeting thing ,the definition anyway  
I witnessed Chicago in 68 and Woodstock in 69  
I witnessed  communist jails  and capitalist jails  
I've supped with Trump and smoked with Gins burg   
So when I set off nude across the horse pasture 
with my walking stick and  trailed 
by  my blind and deaf  dog Lucy (tail going 90 to nothing )  
I felt up lifted in a world of nature ,  
Clouds white and purple , 
Sun hot, 
Mississippi is a green and lush desert 
of sub tropical vegetation, quiet peaceful 
non confrontational  
(unless you like religion or politics)and happily  I don't  
I arrived at my grape arbor totally nude 
at about 4 o'clock  having taken my Sunday swim . 
of different shade of   grapes ,  
I poke the leaves with my stick and  expose  there before me ... the grapes 
of summer , 
some are  ripe and others perhaps a week to go  
, I eagerly  pop some in my mouth  
and let their sweet liquid  
goodness  melt my tongue and back of  mouth 
in a rush of happy expectation . 
These are my children I have watched after since   February 
when I cut terminal buds and talked baby talk to  them.. 
month after month ....now  I drink in  its  freshness and bath in its 
rejuvenation  
like child birth my grapes have arrived   and I am happy  
I experiment going from root to root  bare ass and  testing each vine for its 
quality  and select taste, I make head garlands of their leafs and don them 
on  Lucy and I 
wandering blindly  and together like two retirees in love  , nibbling , 
testing sniffing for nature .The sun is hot .They say you  shouldn't be out in it . 
The sweat and the pollen lay on my summer red skin  
..Sometimes I think I will die here , just fall over into my  
grapes...wouldn't that be something ?  headlines read: 
man found dead and nude  in his grape arbor …what a happy  ending  
Py     


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