TemperMint
A bumble bee lingers like a descending storm
The Virginian garden laden with humidity
decants perfume of mint and honeysuckle
Sunshine sneaks through dusky thunder clouds
spinning from shore Birch bare their white limbs
The baby won't relent She sobs for hours
Inside windows perspire with the conditioned
air and the outside scorch A lightening z bright
as a photoflash animates the nursery
A gypsy scarf tossed over the clown lamp
draws on the wall shadows primitive and symbolic
as Gaugin's dreams I nuzzle her tiny body to
my breast as she shrieks for something unknowable
I sip chamomile tea with fresh mint a bit of fructose
pour the rest in a bottle My daughter dozes
The tropical storm rages The garden
floods Branches lie like severed corpses
Flowers flop their heads to the soil
Lightening rages Thunder erupts Wind screams
Candles replace electricity glow their fragrance
The baby sleeps singing to the celestial night
Ryfkah 2/15/04
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