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  • Nothing fancy. It's stark, this joy.

    If I want to tell you that I love you, I do not need an embellished party dress of words, I do not have to put on an embroidered armour to say I adore you, love; to say: I cherish you, my friend

    to say

    I thought of you when I
    was hip deep in the weeds today or that
    I have been sailing out deep in delicious
    loneliness
    of word work
    or what backlighting on November hot
    leaves does to my heart
    the eye of my heart or
    how I have missed you or

    how

    and that oh

    I have missed the world

    and the garden wondered what
    happened to the girl
    and when I got out digging
    in this April November weather
    I remembered the infinite chain of
    deja vus the lowdown green views bring
    me
    us
    you and me
    all us

    that the party dress was out here all along
    the green pod feathered earrings
    the sharp collared fronds in fade yellow
    the rust by chrome by wood

    while I wallflowered in to the page
    the world was having a party
    where the elevated life was
    the fall

    Nothing fancy; the world in its daring glory
    is all


    (Photo by Susan, the garden, November 3, 2015)
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