Just like a
dream
Breaking
through
From another
realm
The first stalk
of asparagus
Emerges from
its bed
With no thought
of
Turning back
now
If not now when
I hear it now and again and
See it everywhere around me
In the garden growing
As the present perseverates
Into an extended poem
Written in accordance
With a grammar that
Mutates each time you
Turn a corner or enter
A new phase of the song
No comments:
Post a Comment