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HONEYSUCKLE
A concrete
Wall,
Unfettered,
Attracts no butterflies.
Yields no dewy, musk-melon scent.
The eye
Interrupts its focus, already bored
With the grainy, flat expanse.
But
Add some
Climbers,
Perfumed tourists
Not merely occupying
A space,
But wedding that fixture
To nature, to the synthesis
Of dual-fed time.
A permission
To surrender
Can be beautiful,
Can till color
And shy, minute majesty.
It is
My fondest wish
To live
En-gathered
With loving fragments.
