Monday, August 23, 2021

The Garden

Above the soil cracked by drying mist,
Above the river flowing, eddy-kissed,
Glass flowers bloom up on their stems of steel,
Their rainbow swirls against the earthy bricks
Refracting fractals focused light we feel
As heat that harrows off our hides and licks
The lemon, orange, the watermelon green,
Raspberry and blue--fruitful, true, and blown
By breath that bears the love of life unseen
Until the transformation to known
Unfragrant understanding is unwound
And fractured flowers do not make a sound.

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