Wild Grass

The amber softness and
The figural logic
Of the wild autumn grass,
Sway gently in the night wind,
Divesting conviction and emotion,
Leaving a yearning for the imponderable.

Its bewitching long aureate wings
Reify symbols, concepts, philosophies,
Challenging in their audacity
Even the dusty gold of the moon
That spreads its gilded icons
In a bewildered expanse of eidolon.

First published in Best Poem: A Poetry Journal, January 26, 2009

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