“
To Finish Her Song
Polymath Siren,
—in a flower returns
new stirrings to write
new melody to learn
Renaissance memory,
intrudes unannounced
Freeing your psyche,
past-future recount
A Polymath harlot,
all love pledged again
With petals now varied,
and spread from within
Her bouquet filled enigma,
is here until gone
Leaving always one seedling,
—to finish her song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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