moon batchelder - A Flower Rare

a flower rare and delicate he seemed,
and yet a tree.
a gentle fragrant breeze, and yet
the wind.
to imagine him in any city
didn't seem to fit and yet he
wore the scars of many battles there.

a soul as soft as pillows made of
finest eider down.
a mind as crisp as any
winter morn.
he seemed a kindred melody,
i almost knew the words.
tho i'd never heard them, i could sing along.

a blatant understatement, with a sense of
the absurd.
a paradox within a paradigm.
a softly spoken bit of prose
or poetry is he
yet he never quite discloses how he feels.

moon batchelder

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