insists we descend
into a gesture of Never.
A prodigal tug of small
but sensuous grace
stretches intently:
a new and beneficent rumor,
a companionship, a fete,
an orange flower
growing on the ancient roof.
--lks 2011
This found poem came from The Gardener's Bed-Book by Richardson Wright.
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That aged flower looks as if it's fallen there from high up in a tree. Where I live, it might be a tulip poplar. I like the title, but I also like the phrase, "a prodigal tug of small but sensuous grace."
ReplyDeleteA tulip poplar, yes. I am glad you like the title and the phrase. It's a beautiful, whimsical book, published in the 1920's originally.
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