#255 - floruit

 

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255

floruit

 

wordslip

 

we, our own woods

and come to a clearing

 

in the sky’s full height

 

think things I can do

think difference to make

 

in a body

so spun

aware

 

in a stretch

to petal set

 

here make Spring

a hidden house

grow to

 

and through glass unfurl

image

into the energy letting

 

from some or other elsewhere soil

everything now built

but rickety with breezes

 

like languages to which we’re lost

tend

no mystery but time we’re in

 

I do my distance from the sun

 

let love take course

 

unfrond my frolic

sweet where the garden raises

 

in a corner of let’s say life

 

kind of a profligacy

couldn’t before

 

have thought

have had an idea where I am now

 

I was the one who stole the fire

hubris led me

 

struck purpose for an end

but no

 

after, for the record, say

lived in these times

we had no choice

 

is it the same for you?