If It Should Happen

Ray Succre

 

If it should happen
that I believe too much, too, I'll grow a garden,
a lighter lift, an animal of houses after the lady,
tongue native, more smoke than fate,
my head a landscape of cotton.

If it should happen
that I look away from her lovely eyes and feel
the revolution color me, I'll only look into the rest
from a garden of fires I needn't keep, but which
will keep me looking, in a despairing happiness
of distant neighbors, each bewildered equally
and starlit with every fact.

 

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