Splendid
As splendid as a bowerbird perched
in his bottle-top palace. Elaborate,
like a stallion made of bamboo shoots
and silk. She gobbled a bowl of gooseberries,
laid the papers aside to write love letters,
condolence notes, R.S.V.P.’s.
I love you, summery daydream singer stringing
....................honeysuckle across the gazebo.
So sorry your horse has flown away,
....................unclose all the windows we are moving in.
See you there, my blue note prince, my heart-song
....................mimic. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Frond-fond and pond-proud, we sugar the obstacle dark. --Matthea Harvey