AL FRESCO CAFÉ POEMS #77
If she would not talk about the willow,
Talk about
The tree
As if
It were a tree of wax, or plastic, or steel,
If she would not regularize the irregular
Into proper places,
make the tree recognizable,
The tree
Could maintain in our perception its true nature.
The tree
Could be
A magician,
Its leaves the ornamentation
of a magus’ wearing apparel,
The tree could surpass Hermes Trismegistus
In his chanting of Gregorian chants.
If she would not classify, analyze,
formalize the willow,
Its birds would stay as they are magic words.
If she would not talk,
According to tradition,
Not talk in correspondence
With the language of lies that the people speak
About the willow,
The willow
Would marry us.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Stylus Poetry Journal
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