Friday, December 4, 2020

Poem: Lily and Spider

 

Lily and Spider

 

tarweed, bindweed, shorn plots of grass,

they know nothing of the nine blossoms on the hill,

gold and purple crowns

of the mariposa lily.

 

they do not know

the secret name of the chalky spider

poised like a cross inside the fifth lily.

guardian pure as pearl,

a navel in a tiara,

portrayal both pentacle and christ.

 

this sacred vigil

mates with the corolla's curves

to dance a spell, whirl it, flourish it,

through the texts and bends of things.

 

don’t ask pesticides and ragweed to explain.

they haven’t watched ravens

soar to make love in a moebius strip;

or seen the coupled butterflies, festivals of sylphs,

twine in purple yaw,

ascending in a helix.




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