Ave gravitas
Morning glory galaxies spinning
From pollen grains fertile
With earth and imagination.
Corona reflected in pistil and stamen
Sepals opening like leaves of my heart book.
My volume One matching your Two.
A Gemini story not complete
Of oneself, two fly leaves yet the same story.
Spine broken, corners rubbed raw from the turning.
Fore edge gilding grown dull with time and the dust of experience.
Yet.
The nectary of our stories is richly sweet
Honey lather on the tongue of my speaking.
Dog-eared and loved.
For J. Davan
Copyright 2006 Mark S. Jungmann
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