When time and thyme--equally concrete
or abstract might flavor or exact
the same rhyme from life to recipe
The nun’s warning :the sin thought
the deed wrought and you,
you were such a beautiful poem
before I wrote you,such a gorgeous dress
hanging in the closet where some nights
I dream fantastic fabric, bicycling birds,
seahorse florals even that tulip: midnight
satin, not the maroon lanterning
off the queen of the night varietal
but Dumas-dark and holding
2 comments:
Love.
This is for L-Bo on account of the nuns.
;-)
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