To love a red geranium
you don’t have to be an old lady
those mansions
at the end of
self-importance
the Mothers Goethe met
on his journey to the center
of the soul were furies tamed
but furies first
and therefore heartbroken
they knew only
the one in love
with all things is free
they could say
who was worthy of them.
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