When I was Young and Proud – Raphael Block

When I was Young and Proud

 
When I was young and proud
   owner of a lawn
      it would have caused offense.
But now, singing dandelions
   innocently declare summer’s height
      while couched between
thrive purple petaled lights—
   morning glory untouched
      by the whirring blade of notions
for Queen Anne’s lace
   and soft bare feet
      to sink and rise
with violet-green swallows’
      first chirruping flights.

 
 
Raphael Block is a poet living just outside of beautiful Sebastopol, California, north of San Francisco. This poem is from his book, Spangling Darkness, which is being published as part of our Spring 2013 Season of Poetry.

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