Today's poem is by Jane Augustine
At 5:45 p.m. before Good Friday on East 18th Street
To close the book:
regret, accept the sun's decline
behind the hospital tower.
To open another book:
meet morning sun with denial
of afternoon. The gold lilies flower
long in a pale green vase,
longer than expected, a sturdy
that oxidizes slowly.
Ink also lasts long on closed pages.
To read invites decay
as exposure to light ruins fine art.
Still, one wants always to keep on
reading by a good night light
till the book must drop away
Infuriating even to think
of tiring. It is still day.
The sun still shines on Horn Peak.
Wind riffles the watercolor paper.
Another painting to be made.
Underground, wild iris, fleur de lys,
deepen their blue. Soon
it will cover the mountain.
Copyright © 2003 Jane Augustine All rights reserved
from Arbor Vitae
Marsh Hawk Press
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