V
An orphaned bush sits by the bank
of the river that was once the sea.....
a frizzy-headed juvenile -- white blossom-headed
Myrtle tree
It listens as the river snores
& bends its boughs of blooms and leaves
in self-seduction, all the more.
& The moonlight mirrors what it sees
VI
A playful zephyr sees it all
'Clips a blossom, then lets fall
a snowy lock upon the cheek
of a river rousing from her sleep
VII
"O brooding river, please forgive
your brash, intrusive relative
who stood too close & looked too deep
& now whose locks have bruised your cheek."
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