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The Rhododendron


for Suzy––“let’s be famous lovers”


sunlight thru an open door,

crimson blooms swelling to burst:

who can say

what love is?  you take a friend

in hand & roar down blind road after blind road

wandering thru private rooms

in each other’s hearts, sailing thru whole histories

of pain & rage to find

a quiet morning, dew on the laurel leaves.  love is not

in the eyes, in the heart, in the entryways

& hotspots of flesh, in heavy breathing––love cannot be

contained in soft arias

whispered at dawn––it is neither two together

nor apart:  the eye

is in the hand, the heart in the eye,

the song exhaled & inhaled

& suddenly your dreams fill rooms where others

pace & sing softly of wht you were––

O love,

steady rain on the city of the dead,

teardrop on a granite peak, clear day,

angel ghosts circling

the flowering black oak in every long-gone summer

night full of thunder,

sunlight thru an open door,

crimson blooms swelling to burst.



[Originally published in NHS 1996, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs96/index.html#7.]