Stephen Driving

[Torie]

A poem by my partner Dan inspired by this vista:




Stephen Driving

Coming back from the oldest house in the Hudson River Valley
With its Dutch-Mahican sentences and Selby reciting with closed eyes

We took a turn, which dipped into a pond filled with pink flowering lotus
A small valley of lotus and the pond gone, an Emerald City of pink lotus

Two old men, a hot August afternoon, like youth in our sling swinging
Swinging on a bough, a valley of pink lotus, and then away

The weeds will outlast us, but not this not that

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Beautiful

[NeverAgain]

Like the poetry a lot! But that view is amazing!