Bough and boulder

Reverberant tunnels in sewers I found as an adolescent;
Armful of flowers the florists could carry or violinist;
Excavators took toothbrushes to dinosaur bones, dig
Lest undiscovered ancient civilizations remain unknown.
Exceedingly stupid am I to eat too much salt again.
Torchbearer, the relay at the Olympics was a height,
Menagerie of glory, a collection of little glass figurines,
Animals I miss when I look back and think of their looks.
Telling myself there is a brighter tomorrow, I long to see
Sable creatures, sable horses in stables, sable sables, all
Open-ended questions of what steps we will take to go,
Nervy, time not sparing, certain for roads high and low.

BOUGH
Assaults of habit and conscience, what is hatching,
Nested here on this inveterate bough.  Let us not cast
Aspersions on our dearest visions but just progress
Furrowing our minutes with dear muscles and syllables.

BOULDER
Switchboards of circuits have taken a different form.
Excel is a program now where we can ex out columns.
Lessors hand out leases like popcorn at the movies;
And the rocks cry out at the falls�" paths intersected.