Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Daily Dose


From Collected Poems, by Marie Ponsot

OUT OF WATER

A new embroidery of flowers, canary color,
dots the grass already dotty
with aster-white and clover.

I warn, "They won't last, out of water."
The children pick some anyway.

In or out of  water
children don't last either.

I watch them as they pick.
Still free of  what's next
and what was yesterday
they pick today.

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