Firm
physical form of you vanishing
yet
essence of you always here with me,
within
me. Recall of you brandishing
your
panda claws, each finger ringed, glory
of your
panda toboggan, blank-eyed crown
fantasy
contrast to your blue dream eyes
matching
near-transparent window curtain --
faint
Mondrian pattern symbol of wise
poetic
mind you hold so hidden yet
dear.
What do you fear, I wonder and know.
I even
understand what you forget --
part of dear
glory in watching you grow
through
this rhythmic discovery of ours,
surrendering
to our Muse’s power.
Roger Armbrust
June 18, 2015
