Sunday, March 25, 2012

meanwhile in the cemetery...

the tulip tree
reminds us
with its sufficiently ridiculous pink
we have complete and unlimited freedom
but there are notes
of plum and aquamarine
to discern
what freedom's for

the hyacinth
and daffodil
together
like
many a completed pair
a grinding machine of opposites
producing optical flux
for us to see behind
the facade

and the forsythia
without a vestige of green
just sunrise yellow
as if spirit
is all there is

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