Sunday, September 11, 2011

After When Boy Wins Girl


After When Boy Wins Girl

Love, as hunting for genes, commands
the use of words like new weapon systems.
The delicate painting of an egg, hands
steady like an autumn boat on the Russian
river carrying chardonnay grapes
to a new home of oak in hopes of crafting
a balanced with hints of apple wine, takes
presence each day. Flaws form the stem
in which the blossoming branches flow
out. Fertilize the ground and with daily
water and sun does the work, with daily
being the key. The paint on the point
of bush grades the egg-white surface
with lines, cities, saints, memories,
turn into gifts for Eastetide. The pysanka
produces awe, but it takes sore eyes,
cramping hands. Love steals time,
and after we said “I do.” Love caused
to the real patterns to emerge.

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