In the Boboli - Kevin Pryne

[Larry Robinson]

In the Boboli

 
The summer has not yet arrived

and is already departing, time claims --

time that has seen everything, that turns

all history on its ruthless lathe. Time

has not bent down to the blades of grass

or touched its wrist to the fountain water.

Watch a pigeon dancing, turning around

and around. Leaves in late spring

are still until they lift in the wind.

Time might know the waste of autumn

as just one point in an inescapable now

when birth and destruction cannot be pried apart,

but a sparrow comes to a piece of apple

and for this small bird, each taste of it is abundance.


	- Kevin Pryne

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