Rosemary


a bit of greenery from a goddess's crown
dropped as she walked a thousand million years ago
a dawn so early time was new--
took root in prehistoric sandy soil
nourished by the warm salt wind
and the memory of mount olympus still lingering
a pungent fragrance on its deep green leaves
like a breath of wind or
a wisp of cloud in the rainless skies--
i pick a sprig of memory,
its woody stem light in my hand
the tiny blue flowers fragments
of a blue and cloudless sky
radiant before time began--
i forget it in my pocket--
i find it dried a few days later
the flowers now crumbling
the leaves brittle and hard--
i smell the fragrance of ambrosia
immortality in a moment,
time holds its breath--

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