G. Robert Jeaurond

Bloom in Love

          Fore-pome
          February 14
          Climb-acts
          June 16
                 —Sam Peickovifz

I am off to see her for she calls me
Every instant of the day
With every breath of rising rose buds
With every song in trees of oak
With every brush stroke of misty melancholy

When at daybreak the sun stretches
Behind the cliff and rushes the day
Suddenly I am Bloom in love
Exile stirs in me and ushers the way

How far shall I roam about the City?

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