'CoverPoem' for SKY BLUES / Bowhammer Cymbalom Album 1992)
ROSES READ: READ AS ROSES
I am dumb to tell the crooked rose how a rose is a rose is a Rose
Ambered bugeyes agog
for thirty million years:
I've seen those,
I've done that.
But the rose!
its morning edition, its alien embassy
in my own backyard, deeper
by a far cry than tea leaves
I see, looking into it like a noise in the night,
I see suddenly (not as Detective
for sign of struggle stiff-necked, full of himself,
in a tragic passage) I see
a moment of providence so private
not even death knows
how supernatural its embrace,
how deep it goes.
And how telling
from that bond now
through the bone-dropping faith
of all those ages
--comes the rose.