L.Saccoccio #50 Aug.19/13

“A poem is a flower of an instant in eternity.” Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It is early morning and the sun
has only just split the sky
The land around Lethbridge—
where I am weekending—
is: emerald/jade/viridian,
worth mentioning as August’s
usual shades here are variations
of: beige/tan/brown,
But this has been the year
of the floods; waters have fallen
in amounts of Biblical proportions
and this lush vegetation is one
of the few positive results…
The two young deer appearing
in the yard are another.


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