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Garden Green

________1.
I met her in the Garden Green
The day that I turned seventeen--
__Yet no one saw
__That vacant fraud
Standing there in front of me.

________2.
She motioned to me with her hand
A dry and wet sublime command--
__And then I know
__I moved so slow
Like weighing down beneath the sand.
__The flowers where this lovely stands were red like I knew love,
__So she knelt down and cupped her hands in flowers red as blood.

________3.
I walked to her so slowly, now,
And bent to give a candid bow--
__The bloom she felt
__Did seem to melt;
The pedals seemed a life allowed.

________4.
With power in her fingertips
She gave the bloom a careful grip--
__Like water’s brands
__She kissed her hands
And proved the power in her lips.
__The flower that this lovely held had pedals move with life,
__And there I saw the flower red become a butterfly.

________5.
And when she blew the life to fly
I asked her what of her and I--
__And in the sky
__The flowers flied....
She disappeared with just a sigh.
__The flowers where this lovely stood were floating through the air,
__And as I left I heard her voice sing songs of I’ll Be There.

________6.
I met her in the Garden Green
The day that I turned seventeen--
__Yet no one saw
__That vacant fraud
Standing 'neath the smiling tree.

-C. Nicholas Walker, 2006