Robert Verdon, #104, The Impossibility of Life

I will build my love a tower,

By yon clear crystal fountain,

And on it I will pile,

All the flowers of the mountain.

Will you go, lassie, go?

— from ‛The Wild Mountain Thyme’, traditional Scottish song.

my lines will outlive me

even unread

I can't write the music

I hear when I feel

the joyous grief

nuance unuttered

a thousand mountains

of singular flowers

as time effloresces

hour by hour by hour