MID-AUGUST MORNING
for Karen
Sliced cold watermelon offering
on the garden porch for her
open to Dr. Williams' poems
she is a quilt opening again
re-imagining herself
in all of the colors
of her past. Irrigated
desert flower, pink
choral birdsong thread
work, trilling
scissored-cloth works
my paupered hands
opened for her
graced by the poem
a shrill cry, best guess
how it came to be
wonder-fed each of us
but how could
any man, any one
treasure-filled be
but for the poem
Jim Bodeen
28 August 2020
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