ODE

And even as I survey
The site upon which
Untrampled grass will soon
Obey the whims of tiny feet,
Stitched and shined like
Moons in the palms,
Sheets of sleet
Strike the billowed
Calms of the hedges
Neatly girding the
Willowed yard,
Edges blurred.
Birdwing thrushes
Hard away from home,
Undeterred by uneasy
Hushes that
Roam amongst
Breezy afternoon chats

And catlike yawns.
In the world I gather
On travels to the source
of the burning sand
Or forgiven sin,
I see every sort of sun
Lighting caves of love,
Simple ore.
Wise, fearful eyes
Making careful sightings,
Casting amid dimples
Impressed in the prize
Earth unquaking,
Heart unfasting
Due to you, my empress,
Most sacred of births.
May never we part,
For all that I view
Or, alas, that I boast
Was mine to claim,
Whether a peak or shore,
Metaphoric meteor,
Valley where bees buzz
Under impossible weather,
Where dries are wet, and
Keen honey scents dally,
Plain Eden of my plunder,
Map of my many theres,
You, Love, are the queen
Of all my domain.

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10/26/03

©Evan Hause