Poems sometimes surface while on retreat. Most simply rise and then fade away, but a few linger long enough to be written down. Here the first of several from a recent retreat in Colorado
mountain center
Part I
grasses, tall
ready to seed. sage
intermingled
the incongruity
of six bright
blue flowers
across the path,
yellow columbines–
aliens everywhere
Part II
vetali, vetali
life, life!
so little water here, so
precious
grow spines
so as not to be eaten
then explode three
impossible
yellow flowers
for each of us
its either bloom
or die
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