Poem 4

 

 

 LEAVES AND PAGODAS

Blades are springing everywhere
around those pink pagodas.
Everywhere Whitman’s leaves of grass—
Lush, lusty, sinewy, joyous, tall, and arrogant.
Springing around those pink Burmese pagodas,
surrounding them,
licking them,
drowning them.
It appears sometimes that the grass would win
and sometimes
the pink of the pagodas would suffuse over them.

 

 

 

Chrisitanity. Aizawl

 

 

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