Friday, October 9, 2015

A poem from Ellen Mass from Massachusetts

Invasive Rose of Sharon
nearly touching my city window at computer time,
on another hot dry day, writing Vermont poets,
infusing a weary caught being with pink magenta joy
where busy bees remain to scatter magic dust 
for more joy next summer.

8 years hence after sowing a tiny plug of you to reach 2 floors

now to echo your radiance all the way to Vermont.

Ellen at the last meeting before she had to go.

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