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Thanks to J for prompting me to find this. (She knows.)
Excerpt from "Love Should Grow Up Like a Wild Iris in the Fields" by Susan Griffin
Love should grow up like a wild iris in the filed,
unexpected, after a terrible storm, opening a purple
mouth to the rain, with not a thought to the future,
ignorant of the grass and the graveyard of leaves
around, forgetting its own beginning. Love should grow like a wild iris
but does not.
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Love should grow up like a wild iris,
but doesn't, it comes from
the midst of everything else, sees like the iris
of an eye, when the light is right,
feels in blindness and when there is nothing else is
tender, blinks, and opens
face up to the skies.
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