Saturday, January 28, 2017

SALLY



A thaw wind stole softened in 
and walked its shadow down the wall, 
unedged this heart of flint.
Yes, this hunchback which I am
exhibits its Olympic plaque
like one more oriflamme.
You renew dry blooms like a spring.

The I-as-eunuch whom you knew
has fixed his battering
ram, dug his sword from the mould.
This dragon hiding in my skin
must now expose his gold.

Dead still limbs tortured to bud.
At last this dark tyrant deposed.
Hurt earth unfroze to mud.

Freezing night can’t sleep so long
as flowers burst in firework
and larks upon their song.
Mountains take off robes of snow
and rivers caps of ice
as spring’s wind begins to blow.

-- Duane Vorhees

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