if you could build a plant out of fire,
so that it blooms chinese dragons
in the springtime
amongst all the slippers
and hearts and shyness of your
garden, and then darkens
just as quickly into smoke and
sorrow before taking one final shape
some afternoon in july,
if you could do this,
and look into the smoke,
even while the insects rise from the grass,
and your girlfriend is calling to you,
and the vegetables burn in their foil baskets
(having been part of your barbecue plans),
engaged as they all are in daily life,
engaged as if by contract,
if you could look into that smoke
with a steady gaze
before walking away,
i would let you go.
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