Pied Beauty
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Glory be to God for dappled things--
For skies of couple-colour as brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced--fold,fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise Him.
My Improv-
The Difference
Glory be to the woman in the crypt SUV--
who wait on my rhythm for my return, which
was never mine. A gesture greater than clasp
hands waiting on something to happen.
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