Monday, April 20, 2009

335. WORLD HAS FLOWERS - a Panegyric

WORLD HAS FLOWERS
They come at you incessantly - these things.
You've been characterized as 'Nature Man' -
that guy who haunts the parklands; hiding
Springtime muffins in the warm bouquet of
hands. The Sun-God itself, going out of its
way to see you, trespasses between trees and
shadows to enter places which weren't there
before. It's magic and splendor, everywhere.

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