A Thousand Fields of Tulips

You smile like a million


rising from the pit

of a pounding bosom

where sprout flowers

with petals flaming—

cool as ice;

rose, lilac, gold, and white. 

As the glimmer in your teeth

and the tingle in your voice. 

You sing like a thousand

fields of tulips

in spring;

easy as the touch of the breeze

on a string. 

And I, watching

from the foot of the hills,


For but a moment, 

all is real. 

A Thousand Fields of Tulips

October 2, 2021

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