Green and White

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Cool
morning:
everything
damp from an early rain:
the sky like a white dome: a good day
to simmer the string beans:
no time left
to look
back.
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On
the way
to Asheville
we stopped for a picnic.
At wood’s edge, I noticed a flower
I’d never seen before:
Fly Poison –
flowers
spiked.
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Summer Meadow/ Remote Benevolence

This painting by Silvia Williams seems to be in motion -- The sky slanting down toward the flowers; the flowers leaning toward the sky. Wouldn't it be nice to step into this meadow?

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Remote Benevolence

Across the day's page
...................... the sun script slants
.................to the lavender reaches:
the blood of the ground
............................ pulses inside rusty racemes.

Hunger for light -

.......can we grasp its must?
................What does the flower tell

the sun as it swallows?

.............The sun tells no one

what it knows:
The one who is most absent
is most present.

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