Columns of white, and woods all around.
Where sleep the provost, the virgin, the leaper?
Questions burn answers. Dark is the sound.
Columns of white, and woods all around.
Where sleep the provost, the virgin, the leaper?
Questions burn answers. Dark is the sound.
Puffy, puffy, glistening –
you’re queen duke jack
kaisers of the green!
For perfection lay not
in the opt-
i-
mal-
suffusion of color,
but in the anticipation thereof.
A happy thought!
until I thought,
If this green is perfect,
then perfect is past,
on the day I should’ve seen
this day coming.
Of why you wait
and the things that you say.
What was that trick
you did with the rain –
swirling to scatter
leaves, but no matter,
one day you’ll keep
your promise again?