Saturday, August 27, 2005

One More...

Here is another wonderful poem from Jean L. Connor's first book, A Cartography of Peace, published by Passager Books in 2001.


The day, of no great merit,
ended—a dandelion gone to seed,
minutes squandered, hours spent,
no bright gold. Yet in the ledgered

plainness of the day, overcast, common,
some subtle brush of meaning
held me. Was it those unexpected
words of thanks, or the single lilac

plunged in a paper cup,
there on a stranger's desk?
Something, a fragrance,
lingered well past dusk.

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