Post 238: gladiola poem, painting, South Carolina

by Carol Bass

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GLADIOLA

coolness of
hard textured cement
in the shady garage
a smelly innocent goodness
of long ago

wren songs bounce
through in stereo
suddenly
we meet as lovers
by the porch steps

erotic yellow petals
burning in the sun
swaying in wind

God was there too
swooning
all of us thick with desire
flustered, sweaty
I left them
with their prayers

wandered toward the marsh
through white oleanders
oaks and gum trees
one towering
old maid magnolia
flaunting
her jewels

a simple matter
of astonishment
one second of millions
since this world began

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