Morning yawns her bright mouth open,
Becomes a glowing cave of sun.
In the jawbone of the trees shadows flow
Northwest in green rivers that twist
And branch in brooks and rivulets.
A rabbit jacks across the field,
Is swallowed sweetly by the day.
I step out into the sunny dim
and am lost, directionless
Stumbling like a survivor
of catastrophe when I see
The shadow, half-shadow of building,
and beneath the trees the lunatic
Stamped crescents of light and blurred edge:
a trove of Arabian earrings.
Fordham Rose Hill Campus
Edwards Parade: the corner between Dealy and Freeman
1 postscripts:
The contrasts in "Allegory" are really nice. I like that "cave of sun."
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