Fertile insects, fertile swarms

Saffron as catkins –

Tulips in the sun ring their clapper-pistils

Sound the red and yellow Masses

Wisteria as a tree

Bends to eternity,

Small purple buds and blossoms dangle from the wrists –

Cloud-battlements are fortified with burning bolts

White pines lurch and stagger

Wander at will

Invisible inside an old religion,

Hyssop, thyme and sage

Humble in the pews

Genuflect without knees

And where the plantain grows

The wounds of God coagulate

(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at

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