by P. K. Page
The plump good-natured children play in the blue pool:
roll and plop, plop and roll;
slide and tumble, oiled, in the slippery sun
silent as otters, turning over and in,
churning the water; or-seamstresses-cut and sew
with jackknives its satins invisibly.
Not beautiful, but suddenly limned with light
their elliptical wet flesh in a flash reflects it
and it greens the green grass, greens the hanging leaf
greens Adam and Eden, greens little Eve.
Last updated May 09, 2019