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Two

The flower on stage
Representing a garden
Blossoms in the mind.

Later, dreaming, the mind
Catches the scent and restores
Every knotted tree.

And words well-spoken
Whisper in the clamor
Of later centuries,

Enduring, lingering,
And listening, as if
From eternity.

 

by Ben LaVergne

Original bio from the Fall 2008 edition:

Ben LaVergne has found it necessary to replace more and more of his brain with incredibly powerful microchips to facilitate his quest to know everything about everything.


This poem first ran in the Fall 2008 edition of Grub Street Grackle. It appears here online for the first time.