My Giverny

My word-flourish travels slowly, bare-rooted.

Simple branches long to arch

I hold them

Write them, with expectation and, yes, definitely

A secular form of reverence for the promise

Of some revelation, imagining the walls

Covered with bounteous generosity

apple blossom, mermaid and

sparrieshoop, golden chersonese, my giverny

Composed in the suburbs

 

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