In The Present

 Ethereality of Nostalgia

Unshorn sheep are nibbling ever so
nonchalantly on -- looks like --
marshmallows in the cornflower-blue
meadows of the sky on this overheated
summer's day. Their earthly counterparts
can be seen companionably emulating
them in bucolic pastures, alongside
highways off the green-forested byways
as vehicles hurtle their occupants to
destinations where nature and her
creations are seldom thought of
other than as an appealing backdrops
to a computer screen by those nostalgic
for a time since past, oblivious that it
remains, indelibly in the present tense.