JUN 19, 2012 Landscrapes
That wait of glory unsurpassed,
since the chemical outset of this covenant
was never just to watch paint dry and shine,
but, too, the fuller patience of
becoming grass, losing lustre, giving up the grasp,
through seasons’ windswept weavings easing:
one with limber siblings in every respect
save sin. How heavy and light that day when
she’ll be ever ours at last.