blessed by a true lover, honored by
the grace of surreal, i relish my orbit
thru time in the factory of libraries of deciphered
conjugations of beauty----
this leading trail of incense, this
premonition of chosen exactitudes,
fallopian utopia of poetry can be caressed
as earthiness in an amateur's paws
it can be eMailed or chainmailed
joking jesterlike before the courts
it crests as a sigh& languishes
on the backs of eyelids far from home
it drives a limo uphill to a crudboard home
where a modest crowd, decked out in
austere hilarity, graces the wildflowers
heralding a chemistry of conditions:
sunlight, dew, friendship enigma anomaly
plus natural spice
swale canyon, wa. 1999
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