The Enkindled Persimmon

The shadowy bishop at work, testing the lavas, the imploding chestnuts, the ignited acorns...

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Véronique

To my daughter-in-law Véronique





As roses are green and as…
Horses are… trusty…, stretchy… and bouncy…
And as… as…
Stars are flowery, and as…
The flowers on the fields are… as…
And as a famous wannabe
Said…
Magnanimous…
Willowy manatee…
Chickadee…
Kookaburra…
Wallaby…
And as…, as…, as…
As your namesake wiped the face of Jesus Christ
So wipe my face
And then my ass.






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taking a peek:

laid earlier:

peeps me nose:

My photo
Under the speckled canopy / Where, along the autumnal whisper / Of fair weather, I walked, / The enkindled persimmon, / And then the flaming chestnut, / The imploded acorn, fell… /.../.../ My eyes, and nose, and ears, / And tongue, and skin, in joy / Praised such fragile perfection. .../.../