little eternities
Nodin Press, 2017

Little Eternities

An energetic but murky mating in the bog—
frogs thick in the muck, no leg-room between, 

not like patio chairs arranged to stand 
apart from each other, not like families

separated by miles or rage, not like ghosts
of those long gone, rather like crowding 

into a blinding urge to dwell intensely.
Look at shimmering leaves in sunlight, 

they never move alone. Unless you remember 
autumn’s last leaf dangling on a branch. 

But you won’t, in spring you won’t favor 
a clan of faded ladies. I, too, dead-head 

flowers to abet the next blossom.—Once 
I walked in a field of peonies, of every color 

and shirred petal. Blue dragonflies also visited. 
The rain had stopped and the sun hadn’t yet

unleashed its strongest beat. Thus around noon 
for long moments, we were all together.

little eternities
 
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