again
we bend
back to
ourselves
changed
and
unchanged
motion
without
movementwithout time
like
the rose
rising
into
a bud
opening
into
full
flower
forever
—
near the garden
a hint of roses
edges toward me
a presence
on the periphery
like a trace
of laughter
after
she has left
the room
from “Sonnet”, (work in progress, line six, syllables 9 and 10)
(January 2012)
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