leaning towards beauty
Everything here leans
towards beauty: flowers,
themselves beautiful,
even beautifully cut, lean;
soft silk, its soft, kimono bind
and drape about the body,
leans; clay too, kiln-fired bowls,
a whale-tailed vase, gently
wrought with symmetry
the aim, leans; then sleep,
in the sleepy soft surrender
we who wake can readily see,
also leans; and deep within
her sleep, dreams—
of oranges, deep blue rivers,
leafy chrysanthemums,
and green-eyed tabbies
nodding gently,
quizzically,
as if in wonder—
at a beauty that draws
everything there and
everything here
into her soft and gentle embrace—
merely for the looking.
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Nice morning read!