I wake.
The sky is clear blue
above the rooftops
whose shadows the sun
sharpens on the grass.
Dew on bare toes,
the limb-caressing air,
my garden breathes, waits, breathes
for you
these flowers . . .
I gather them against my *******
and lay them flat
on a cold slab,
cut, then grasp their stems as one:
to place in the red flower vase
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
I wake.
The sky is clear blue
above the rooftops
whose shadows the sun
sharpens on the grass.
Dew on bare toes,
the limb-caressing air,
my garden breathes, waits, breathes
for you
these flowers . . .
I gather them against my *******
and lay them flat
on a cold slab,
cut, then grasp their stems as one:
to place in the red flower vase
This is the first of six poems written for Pleasing Myself, a cycle of six songs for soprano and piano after the textile images of Janet Bolton.
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