A Day Spent

     
   
    I painted the day with lillies
    in a circular vase, drowned in swans
    the fog could not shadow.
    I imagined a breeze in autumn,
    whispered love, enlightened as the sparrow
    tracking sun, traversing, miming outlines
    against hills set from the ocean.

    I laughed for the first time
    since winter was young,
    and chased with sheets of silence,
    scorching lattice
    over ponds of marble.
    I considered no escape.
    I waited and forgot,
    or lost the memory of a memory
    of my heart ripe for capture,
    at that silly age when
    songs are dances,
    poetic masterpieces
    written with paper
    lined and schooled,
    embraced as private visions
    meant for friends.
    Lovers were easy and shy, shaggy in
    gracefulness, ennobled in
    illusions's dressing and
    single flashes on a frame.
    Ten seconds to my life
    memorialized, forgotten, truly spent
    in embellished ritual  - -
    A middle chord for a song.
    I opened my day and
    watched babies with eyes
    the color of flowers.
    Awash in light, I turned bright,
    symmetrical, gracious and true;

    Like the wind in love
    whistling your name in summer
    as the scent of wildwood
    traveled the morning dew.



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