Wild Garden

What beautiful residing pleasure
of unshorn grasses, thick with green
and wild white lilies, surprises sky
rising sleepy, half- night, half-bleeding
throws her clouds like grey confetti
into the one-armed reach of cypress.

A veil of mist, whose purpose to forget
its body, fills itself with light, then dutiful
disperses. A single bird, pauses
like a parting word, takes flight
into its wild and secret world.

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