A Poem of Parting


Don't know where this came from (in terms of inspiration), but rereading it, I like it.

Green and White

I dream of a green room
where all is painted white;
of rivers in wheels that roll
like a wisdom of wild-cast weeds.

I swim to the surface
of bubble-white air.
And inhale the green scent
of milk-fresh peonies.

Where are you, the one
I have never loved?
Never have I dallied
in your langorous embraces,

Never smelled the green apple smell
of your pearl-white hair.

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