flurry of propinquity
and yet these troubling flowers
pale to clots of earth
left there nobody moves
would a reach be slipshod sacred
even violent disturb the scene
one thinks not
shining although waters mean
some bristling thing
some lasting furnace even doubt
makes way for the Pacific
dampness to be sought
against improbability
lest there be window light
gone wrong and warming
changing other blooms
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flurry of propinquity
yea Sheila I can play with these words for days, thanks
Ed
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