love this...there's a strange power to the image almost like a mandala...something in your quatrefoliate imagery is getting me where I live....
oddly enough reminds me of one of my favorite (underrated!) poets, Celestine Frost....
INAUGURAL VALENTINE
As every scientist knows
there are only four loves
in the withering
of a leaf
though they seem to come from everywhere
to meet themselves
as strangers airborne
in the ever-widening gorge of the world
the love of falling
the love of someone
the love of a certain pigment
the love of seeds
only what is free itself
can speak for freedom.
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