Illusions In The Dowry (Part Ii) Poem by Tom Hamilton

Some days on which the men did work.
Splitting rocks or splitting headaches.
An awesome, emerald, summer storm
quenched a fervor yet another…

smells of softness and perfumed ribbons.
A garter astounds the strength of trees.
The silver strands of ribbons ribbing.
A pleasance, teasing, provoking there…

Lives a girl who needs a promise.
Lilac potpourri in her dowry.
Lined up neat with the names of children.
Placed where only she will know.