the dove sways
with its weight
on the topmost curve
of the conifers branch
& the lily twice dead
is blooming today
~
you !
flower !
you could have been anything
&
obvious & complete
&
heavy headed in the wind swing
&
on a bed of hard cold clay
you nod & nod & nod
like an old old man
at another VE day
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