Poetry from the summer of ’06
You embrace the carpenter’s cup –
the elixir of elegance, of sunrises –
with the worm that hums and undulates
under the arch of your foot.
Affirm the moments – the pith of beauty,
the avail and the allure of artistry.
Bless the bloom of comeliness,
the delicacy of elegance.
Convey the fascination with grace,
and, with shapeliness, trace
the style of symmetry.
You gargle with the elixir of
the elite. You chew the bread
in remembrance of you. You
suck the dictionary of its marrow.
You craft the artifice.
This is your art.
-Brad Kerr Green