bliss

I'd call it

watch myself beneath the tree

where I bud bloom and begin

to leave

the shadow grows against

the sun

the conflict within has just

begun

search for release go to the sea

join laugh death's boundaries

dive die dream

sea's memory speaks

amid blossoms whic

Author's Note

from Wallace Stevens
"death is the mother some people only write one poem
of
beauty"--do you want me to write it again for you did you change it as you rewrote it