How sweet to lie just once like a painter

Propped at the top of that hill on my elbow

considering the conumdrum of breath.

Grasses blow among my limbs

as if wisdom had been withdrawn

for safekeeping into the library of fragments.

I have no purpose except to return back down towards a eucalyptus I love.

Its petals are filled with the terrible weight

of careless reversal, grief without consequence.

It burns with such ease

just to stand there below it, dreaming of union,

all trembling and scent and colors of the moment,

is like living inside a flower,

while making a study of winter.

Blue span that leads to a gleaming city,

you can not be crossed by longing.

William Noguera

 

 

 

 

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