Recess Morning at last giving way to mid- day hours when we descended onto the schoolyard like a squabble of greedy gulls in worn white shirts, clip-on ties and plaid suspenders. Solemn decorum of early morning mass, with its luminous vernal pools of stained glass, pasty amulets and cleaving scents, now set by, we worshipped, above all else, speed and the ability to elude capture, covering the tideless expanse of asphalt as if they were on a slip- stream to …
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“Final Flourish” and Other Poems by John Muro
Final Flourish May’s final flourish and the lilacs have given up their priestly purple for a crestfallen brown, colors lifted and carried by minstrel winds to beds of irises, allium and meadow sage. With summer’s cruel advance, I imagine the hoarding of their fatigued fragrance in the tangled thrust of roots, abiding a cooler darkness until the earth first warms, breaks apart the frost, and calls upon the miracle of creation so they can once again extend their lazy heave …
“Harboring Hyacinths” and Other Poems * John Muro
Harboring Hyacinths Fist-thick cobs could well Collapse under the weight Of their fragrant muscle; Curdled pink and purple Pestles that split the tender Lip of bulbs, and, in one Thrust, choked, swallowed And sweetened air. Now Embolden, become near- Perennial squatters by the Bay window; daylong Appeal to smell mostly With a raw, unremitting Redolence as if they knew The sense most easily seduced And addicted to their presence And so overlook their sins of Excess and untimely hope; Would …
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