Polymath Siren,
—in a flower returns

    new stirrings to write
    new melody to learn

Renaissance memory,
  intrudes unannounced

Freeing your psyche,
  past-future recount

A Polymath harlot,
  all love pledged again

With petals now varied,
  and spread from within

Her bouquet filled enigma,
  is here until gone

Leaving always one seedling,
—to finish her song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)