Friday, June 22, 2018

NOT FAR FROM THE BHV MARAIS


The garden is gone where the archbishop
Walked during his exile, sometimes alone,
Sometimes with a duchess descended
From Melusine while servants behind them
Swept away evidence of their passage.
Occasionally God, choosing to exist,
Sets them going again; well-behaved flowers
Cover the pavement; lines of trees
Nod to each other and the duchess
Tells the archbishop on of the jokes
She inherited from her mother.

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