Sunlight advances like
dust on a sunbeam,
linear and purposeful.
Nature is only
an approximation.
How often does one
apply meaning to the
clichéd chrysalis
bursting forth new life
after a brutal winter?
Solomon does not
corner the market on
ennui.
What is new under the sun
she says is, in fact,
multitudinous and magnificent.
Passivity is a cloud
rendering passion
quadraplegic.
So she tells the story,
tracing the map with her
gnarled fingers,
Leading us to a place, where
even De Leon could find
his fountain in the desert.
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