UNTITLED
Flower and rock and tree.
Taking the stone from the river
one interrupts time. Stop the stone
on its way towards pebble and sand.
Put the tree in a pot and make
its trunk look old and ancient.
Flower already summer gone.
We sit in the pergola,
garden-time illusion-beating reality.
Ice water in our glasses.
Jim Bodeen
18 June 2019
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