28 December 2009
A Flowerville excursion--
Where all seems in bloom
In this misremembered June.
Did the dark-eyed lady in specs
Take a snap of a rose she'd seen only in prose?
Yes. From which negative, contact-prints
Of petaled affirmation made.
What perfumed desires
Evoked these scented turves of earth?
The cobbled constrictions of place,
Of race, of imbibed inclination.
Now is both a place and time and the same as then.
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What are the minimal requirements
For the beauty and the holiness?
Following the wind
Could these fit in a wave of tree tops?
That sweep to the bay
To the ocean white caps--
Blindness for the holy to see through other eyes;
And beauty to frame what is,
Sea, forest, and all.