Chased by seven ravens down to the Great Below,
I limp on my broken ankle, surprised at how the soul
grows more beautiful every time the body suffers.
Calling to Mercurius I beg for the way back to light
but he refuses, saying not until you reconcile yourself
with Death, will Mystery drop Her thousand veils.
for Elaine and Vic
Sitting on a fallen tree,
two hearts of gold smile at me
and all the world becomes a song,
as love and bird sing all day long.
Hush listen to their hearts a-flutter,
as memory moves to early summer
where May recalls her happy hour,
a dance amid pale yellow flowers!
And as I spy behind the oak
a pen falls from my poet’s cloak,
for never have I seen such love
that sits beside the tall foxglove!
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