Remembrance
My white trees
are here again
prom dress
wedding skirt
young trees
whirling
round and again
in flower time
letting sun
into ticklish
secret lace
of hearts.
The green summer
will forget
these touchstone
teenage blossoms;
To be human is to remember--
collecting my pink lit
and discolored roses
from their earth,
recollecting the old ground
in truth and shifting prisms,
a blooming spring
my silken walking stick.
RLG
4/13/97
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