Spring arrived, the sun shone brightly
Eendless streets I saw were bare;
and, so the ones I called to join me
had no shelter from the heat;
standing tall, my crop I planted
grow mature and likewise be;
life’s endearment held to me fiercely,
ripping the topsoil from my soul,
peer pressure still came not often.
by fall, my endless streets were softened
a flower positioned itself and grew;
contagious were reclaimed emotions when
next I knew mistrust had vanished too;
one day, I woke from soundless sleep
and brushed against my cheek, a flower felt;
startled, I turned – flowers engulfed me
excitement ripped through my mind as well;
to touch . . .
to smell . . .
to see them all . . .
my body tingled as still asleep I thought . . .
the colors . . .
the shapes . . .
the sizes . . .
all, as far as I could see; and yet,
I wondered, what is left to be?
amid my garden, a form emerged approaching
and with outstretched arms beckoned;
our two forms met,
merged into one harmony
sacred spurred-on by the fragrances
and then I heard, “I love you.”
February 1983
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