Et in Arcadia Ego

Even in paradise, I am there

After Poussin

Eyes go up to the blue sky
Catch on pink masses of Magnolias
The grim masked figures below
Are lost, but they are there

In the empyrean, gravity tugs earthward
On warming days, pink swirls to earth
To wither and darken into soil
Limn the shadow
Etch the shape…

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