Imagine now the room
where stands a vase
on the mantleshelf
its jasmined branch therein
an outstretched arm
reaching beyond itself
for the window where
below in the garden
this ‘Gift from God’
this oleaceae of the olive
trembles
in the crepuscular breeze.
As darkness falls
white flowers descend
whirligig
to the shelf itself
though some fall further:
to the tiled floor
and into a pair
of waiting shoes.
A benediction
on those precious feet
that will,
come morning
as they walk,
release the scent of these
quintessential flowers.
Om rutsira mani prawa taya hung
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
Imagine now the room
where stands a vase
on the mantleshelf
its jasmined branch therein
an outstretched arm
reaching beyond itself
for the window where
below in the garden
this ‘Gift from God’
this oleaceae of the olive
trembles
in the crepuscular breeze.
As darkness falls
white flowers descend
whirligig
to the shelf itself
though some fall further:
to the tiled floor
and into a pair
of waiting shoes.
A benediction
on those precious feet
that will,
come morning
as they walk,
release the scent of these
quintessential flowers.
Om rutsira mani prawa taya hung
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