Heliconia Poem by Charlotte Peters Rock

Green as hanging heliconia
beneath the rosy moonlight

chattering incessantly out loud
about the troubled stonework

matching observations made blindly
with smell-less reminiscence

seamlessly turning a seam in air
swearing fealty to none

syncopated sliding through a door
whose way is blocked by aspic

picking melodies still ripening
waiting until greenness sings

climbing heliconia steps
down
to meet the moon set red

11Aug1995 CPR