All We Have

Sometimes we reach for each other

with the red, silken fervency

of poppies.

 

How well we know this sweet,

short-lived urgency. 

 

Like petals, we spend, blanch

and fall into that scarlet slip-

slide – from stigma, style, ovary

 

and peduncle, from embrace to release,

as morning dew beads and shimmers

 

swiftly down our aqueous trails

that teach us the anther-crazed

gospel: Is is all we have. 

RICHARD LEVINE, a retired NYC teacher, is the author of Now in Contest, Selected Poems, Contiguous States, and five chapbooks. Read more.


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