Someday all of these meanderings will come to something and I will be vindicated. Until then, I dream.
When time again resigns itself to fail
Rekindle
the violet to the very
lady's-slipper
--- W.C. Williams
Choose how to close this day and then begin to alter
all the recipes for a setting sun, dip slowly into
oranges and blues ---- clear out the shadows.
Rekindle night by a fairy's wand
replacing snow with snow and rain with rain;
throughout the virgin meadows, grasses grow
to reach beyond the stars ---- if light is thought
and thought is brighter here; the violet to the
very end wilts
in a passionate way, smiling through pain
and time's most recent failure to recall the
meaning of itself ---- a lady's slipper
pause to cry.
[(c) 1998]
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