When And If - Poem by Patti Masterman
when and if seen by the deeper every eye
core to the pounding the shaky summer sky
vexed be myself, beneath certain stars of night
as silence waits to unfurl the ocean surf,
wade the wet flowers, in hidden forest seams.
existence aloof is a burden abhorred,
though sea islands foam, and trees are ever green
comes one meadow of startled yellow sun-
nature is cold but seldom is she mean-
and fear just the bellows, blown into our dream.
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