Reeds, Water's Edge
Two reeds at water's edge, siblings
in size and suppleness, fend in wind their
all but invisible life, as miraculous as yours,
or my own: their 'Watcher in the Rye"? No!--
but surely the Watcher in the Sky, who
made their delicate life, and ours. Shall take
a knife from within its sheath, cordon,
and fashion a festive braid for a funeral wreath
while wind sings for all us careless things
of accidental beauty, resigned to the eye-
less blind that do not see us?
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2011
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