Monday, June 01, 2009


The Plant Whisperer



Only those
. . . . . . . . . . . . for RSW, sine qua non


Only those willing to shoot the moon
will know

Either the price or joy
of loving

Only eagle wing rises
so high

And only eagles plunge
so deep

The sweet cautious mouse
in her corner

Fish sequestered in dappled tree
root pools

Cannot guess

To give, to risk, to bet, to let
go of all

Is the only hope,
the only reward
and everything there is

Naught else
Not even a mason jar of wild roses accepting sun
on the breakfast table







jjl
31 May 2009

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