Clovers Poem by Michael Roysdon
Clovers
Clovers settled in a basket behind a vase,
Their chemical urgencies ring in open lights:
Masquerading as obscure patterns, in a dim shadows,
Sessions lay about in uncanny rites,
Frequency convergence, abundant accord,
In divisions and classes, they ring in illumination,
Absence from a broken stone, their reward,
Settled in stations, set until emancipation,
Can silence bring skepticism?
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