Excelsior
by
J. Donald Coonrod
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Published in January, 2005 in Coffee Press Journal, on line. Copyright, J. Donald Coonrod.
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In a round globe, silver, perfect
on Christmas’ holiday green tree,
I catch you in a smile,
mirrored there somehow
not knowing I see you.
Then to cold December’s bower
comes a warming fire,
heart aflutter, dilated eye,
all I can see is you near-by.
From woody evergreen
spirits soar aloft
to join in a kiss, lips touching
in perfect Chagall mode
in a luminous mist,
drops of light, liquid soul of life,
spirits existential,
all harmony and air
float together there—
Two swallows you and I
darting through the purple sky,
ascending.
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