The series of unending locks
becomes the frame on which to hang
bedtime notes, a transparent
mosquito net.
Confluence comes easy.
The splendor of merged silence
breeds a suite knowledge,
an exultant tutelage.
The splendor of merged silence
breeds a suite knowledge,
an exultant tutelage.
Everything is understood.
I think about the tender lessons,
how each lock is picked and turned –
the unbridled learning.
I think about the tender lessons,
how each lock is picked and turned –
the unbridled learning.
tk/May 2013
Thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this poem.
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| Young Woman Picking the Fruit of Knowledge, 1892 by Mary Cassatt |
