POEM: The Expatriate

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by Peter Rosenfeld

You have left us
our lush blossomy spring
our flat coastal plain
for a higher dimension
perhaps more sere but
where alpineglow reigns.

A land of drama
where guests are greeted
by rearing blue ponies
gallant with scarlet eyes
a place where one dabbles
with hazy pens
filled with Solomon’s oil.

Here behind you
just wisps of smoke
arise from verdant flowers
there the bonfire roars.

You have left us
to shelter your issue
against the towering stones

Yet even here
the columbine flowers
and awaits your return.

PHOTO: ‘Columbine Flower’ by Liz West