Colors Truer than Truth
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Not veiled and partly veiled, completely veiled,
The peonies are like a perfect prayer,
Perhaps one to the Trinity. Exhaled
In reverence the pretty petals there
So near the acer leaves send out the pleas.
And who could possibly say, “No”? No Christ
Could turn his holy back or heart on these.
They offer all a transcendental tryst
With frilliness. Their pink and almost pink
With blue in tingeing is eternity. . .
Or maybe not quite that. They make us think
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Like Gautama and his fraternity.
The only part of this that is most true
Is pinkness, blue, and pinkness touched with blue.
~ Phillip Whidden