The Prodigal
May 21, 2011
announced—a lemon dawn, sour
beneath sweet blossoms.
x
Every clue from scent
is mixed, its facts incomplete,
inseparable,
x
muddled in days passed.
Some part of this mystery
is good, a message
x
to see anew. We
ought to be grateful to know
you as you and still
x
love the alien perfume
clinging to you.
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