Wednesday, March 30, 2016

ill rainbow ~ poem

Across the wide mouth of water
Sat my beloved ready for me.
My eyes focused on his out of focus face
And knew that it was over.
The water rippled a thin oil sheen,
Casting an ill rainbow to the bottom.
I wish, therefore, it must not be real.
My lines, he told me later, consist
Of murky reeds pulled from too far.
I am too far gone to reconcile with you,
You who sits across the lake, filled

With prayers that fall below.

(Memphis Botanic Gardens, copyright 2014 - photography by Kimberly B. Richardson)

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