Resurrection of Time Now Dead By a Poet Going Blind, 15

RESURRECTION OF TIME NOW DEAD
BY A POET GOING BLIND, 15


A dark emblem was seen on the sand
underwater in a weedy pond.
It resembled an emblem of Francis Quarles,
but lacked the correct behavior
of Quarles’ religious scenery.
This emblem was like a medieval garden
in which all the flowers had wilted,
and the goldfinches only left feathers.
It spoke with its spokes of dungeons
and a time when dwarfs
wore bright clothes and told jokes.
When humpbacks were hired
to interpret the symbolism of dreams.
When ladies with white cone-shaped hats
walked among potted orange trees
on stone balconies.
The light change, a cloud
and a small amount of rain,
the emblem shifted its connotations.
I saw a burgomaster beat a non-taxpayer.


Duane Locke

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