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Poems by Inchiki
three seasons
what did we start?
a fire blown up
fierce and bright
it burned through the world
left it smouldering
with a buried heat
it was then light as clouds
in a yellow sky
after summer rain has passed
sweet as
the promise of blossoms
rich as the pomegranate
on Menoikeus' tomb
now it is firm as bone
tough as sinew
as elemental
as earth
as old
as time
as simple and certain
as death
each a season of love
from the great fire
are new sprouts
three, growing fast
to young new trees
the rich harvest
and endless bounty
of artless frivolity
