April 27, 2007
Separating the fragments from the whole:
Thinking about how to care: the grape
vines planted a month ago, when
still there was frost in a world of hearts
of limited compassion. Immersed as I am
in the watery milieu of morning, cold river
against the skin; dawn’s high above
100 y/o oaks birds skim pale blue sky we are
mortal after all, what call is it
that draws my eyes up always? Each morning
from the azure there comes no harm…canon
of surrealist catechism. Hydrangeas burnt
back by those cold and heartless dawns
indifferent to blue, iced, now green-up new
shoots. I bang the uprights two feet
into clay to string the wire branches
will follow purple Concord, red, green remembering
melted paraffin poured all those years ago
on top of jelly made from grapes the wasps
left us.
Separating the fragments from the whole:
Thinking about how to care: the grape
vines planted a month ago, when
still there was frost in a world of hearts
of limited compassion. Immersed as I am
in the watery milieu of morning, cold river
against the skin; dawn’s high above
100 y/o oaks birds skim pale blue sky we are
mortal after all, what call is it
that draws my eyes up always? Each morning
from the azure there comes no harm…canon
of surrealist catechism. Hydrangeas burnt
back by those cold and heartless dawns
indifferent to blue, iced, now green-up new
shoots. I bang the uprights two feet
into clay to string the wire branches
will follow purple Concord, red, green remembering
melted paraffin poured all those years ago
on top of jelly made from grapes the wasps
left us.
posted by Dafath at 11:56 AM
2 Comments:
How to care? That's a tough one. How to care and and take care of yourself? That's even tougher...
Puss
Just as you have the dawn, I the evening: rare (for up north) mockingbird, strutting and showing off, hard to tell from the robin or the cardinal. Drizzle. Emerald. Perfect.
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