Joseph O'Keefe​

Shadow of My Elations

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If you have ever found in wild chicory

infinities of tender hues,

conjured a vesper magic

from whistles, cartwheels, and dares,

cracked with a comma a high granite ridge,

or scattered galaxies with a rumor of a wink

 

Maybe then

maybe then

you will fathom how the glass bell of her first kiss

still echoes through the half-shadows

my elations

early springs, new melodies, infant palms

all