Two Poems, from "Sonnet"

again
we bend
back to
ourselves
changed
and
unchanged
motion
without
movement
without 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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