Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Ceremonial Valentine

The preparations for the blessing
Of my aging spring garden
Pre-planned remain undone
But we must go ahead
With the procession of clouds
The rained-on incense-bearers
And the man with the brass gong
Everyone must get wet
And you must sit and hold
Your seedlings in your hands
Until the bride arrives
All we have left
Of the ancient wedding of the sun
To her dark cousin in the earth

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