20. the firstness was a garden - inviting Philip Radmall into the conversation

the firstness was a garden

for Philip Radmall

 

sprinkled dust of star, a spell

 

you'll recognize

it's lit, still kissed

 

some trumpet for a date, a time

 

as for the firstness

I think it has a stale shoes smell

as of another age

or planetisimal

 

rain so far as it fell

 

lasts till we dissolve in it

 

then the leaves come all alight

so see how far we are