Meadow Gospel
Where the grass is luxurious, she lies
with an arm across her eyes, her skirt to mid-thigh.
What the mind can’t spit, you live with
as a kind of shrapnel or you digest it. Food
for a healing growth. Enabled by the cooperation
of opposing wings, a butterfly lilts about her.
* Larry Kimmel is a US poet and writer of both haikai and mainstream forms. Meadow Gospel is from Blue Night & the inadequacy of long-stemmed roses
