Friday, May 25, 2012

For all you agree to surrender

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Happiness can be measured by the grace with which we lose things. ~Aucassin Verdé

May Is Here
If you listen closely, you can hear summer break like a slow seed. Soon its carapace of spring will be sloughed off and it will emerge as a hiberned cicada to whip the dry air with its searing declaration.

But for now this is the empire of wildflowers. We will walk about as happy subjects within a brief realm of sunlift and relentless pressing as green things rise toward a black palette tinctured in deep oblivion.

Garland your bones then, make wreaths for all you agree to surrender when the sun asks, or not, to return all it glazed down upon you. This is the treason taught by every green turning thing you would dare imagine.

Joseph Gallo
May 8, 2012

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2 Comments:

Blogger Kyle Kimberlin parried...

Lovely, Joseph. But I'm enjoying spring. Can we postpone summer until after the June gloom is gone?

May 26, 2012 3:29 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

I'll send in a request, my friend. I'm with you on the spring thing.

But I think the poem might be about something else, but what, I really don't know. ;-)

May 30, 2012 1:24 PM  

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