MY ALBA ROSA
Not green with envy : That
was Pontius Pilate's act. Mine
is more the white-rose blushing
pink in the earliest morning light.
When this world wakes up. When
the rooster crows. When the boys
with the cars are still in bed.
Here is a calculation of time: The
sun's arrival will tell us something
soon. New water, on icicles of light,
touching with moisture all the
new morning's grasses.