To Finish Her Song

Polymath Siren,

her flower returns

 

New stirrings to write

new melody to learn

 

Renaissance memory,

its present announced

 

Freeing your psyche,

past-future recount

 

Polymath harlot,

love pledged again

 

Petals now varied,

spread from within

 

Bouquet filled enigma,

here until gone

 

Leaving always one seedling

—to finish her song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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