Earth with its 10,000 petals,
\nloves me,
\nshe loves me not.
\nFor every windless day
\na day of breezes,
\ncatching the perfume of life,
\nthe mineral odor of mountains.
\nThe bon vivace of searchers
\nand climbers.
\nI am spoiled.
\nI am full of suppers.
\nI have listened to the notes of love,
\ndeath defying.
\nIncredible in its bow string.
\nLips that say words like a violin.<\/p>\n
Women with rain on their faces.
\nThe frown of bewitchment,
\nthe gaze into the headlights
\nof astonishment,
\nand going from hour to hour,
\nmoment to moment,
\ncrossing streets,
\nencountering a neighborhood
\nfull of colors.
\nA way to stretch the heart.<\/p>\n
Towns of pure, elemental living.
\nA conflagration of doors and windows,
\ncoming and going.
\nAlways a new surprise,
\nsaying hello.
\nWhen you think, stuffed and jaded,
\nthere is nothing more
\nyou can know, that face,
\nsly and teasing,
\ninvites you.<\/p>\n
Life begins a new parade,
\na new dance step.
\nAn enfoldment of fingers,
\nand the huge corolla of earth\u2019s flower,
\nlets you hover behind her
\nas she says,
\nleave my little one alone.
\nHe has no time for dying,
\nexcept for the sleep of the living,
\nspoiled,
\nand unafraid to live.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Earth with its 10,000 petals, loves me, she loves me not. For every windless day a day of breezes, catching the perfume of life, the…<\/p>\n