Robert Cory
So grand, a new spring flower
So grand,
A new spring flower
Aside the walk,
So bully blue-ribbon-red.
Good day!
How are you called?
Am I your Columbus?
My second thought: (Pluck
And display.)
Your mantra:
A pontification.
A trumpet:
A town’s crier.
Tempted, I stoop
And cloud you with shadow.
But look! Your majesty!
Afire. Damn!
The devil’s efflux.
Even in shade.
A seminal burst.
A newborn at its mother’s breast,
Alive.
I sense
A new spring flower
Aside the walk,
So bully blue-ribbon-red.
Good day!
How are you called?
Am I your Columbus?
My second thought: (Pluck
And display.)
Your mantra:
A pontification.
A trumpet:
A town’s crier.
Tempted, I stoop
And cloud you with shadow.
But look! Your majesty!
Afire. Damn!
The devil’s efflux.
Even in shade.
A seminal burst.
A newborn at its mother’s breast,
Alive.
I sense
I have caused you disquiet.
I rise. Yes.
I see your progeny. Untapped.
Tomorrow
Or the day after:
An august gathering
Of great proportion.
Perhaps I shall return.
Ave atque vale.
