Poem: There Might Be Beauty

There might be beauty.
The wind outside may be
A face really quite plain,
But as a daisy 10,000 miles away,
A stirring, the beginning
Of a beginning to end the world,
And a free hand for innocence.

I have a friend translating Rimbaud.
What's it to you?
To me, he is the horizon of a horizon.
Small creatures conspire and smile
Into a rainbow he is building
For them alone. There might be beauty.
To me, it feels like 10,000 miles of daisies.

Copyright © 2006 Donald Revell All rights reserved
from Court Green
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