Marcia Gardiner

Monastery Flowers

Lush lover’s lips,
too good to live,
lose petals
serenely to air;
slow rain tickles
road-dusted panes.
Low bush, tall tree,
new green stars
each delicious shoot;
daffies sweep
a courtly bow.
Somewhere,
monastery tulips
are quietly famous;
smiling,
the monks bow too.

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