"Pink Symphony"
The Spring petal has Cool mist
and the Sun will Crush the moment.
Shadow parting after the Moon
from Dream sleep flood drunk.
Recall sweet Red rose.
Yet some elaborate drive from Wind above
can Whisper about true Aching lust after Hot lazy sky.
White worship Panting away Black Winter forest
Manipulating a thousand sordid lives mostly Mad.
Sherman R. Buck
January 19, 1995