Saul Bennett
27
Where the pines precede
the Billygoat-Run into deeper woods,
generations assemble, embracing
one another and each a specimen
star at the start of harvest,
every age and race co-mingling
making myth of melancholy, enrobed,
all, in hollyhock - pink! white! purple! blue!
such a lovely, humble flower
the living view as snakeroot.