Anew

As the new became a place
of passion and desire – 
the feather on the finger tip – 
the embers of the fire

The desert’s grass as lush and green
as kikuyu in the summer
as picturesque perfection grew – 
white lilies from the mire

But ever and for always thus
subsumed by new surrounds
emerged from the bedraggled tread
beauty’s aspirations found

The ground of old dominions – 
passing memories by
to make anew – a life that grew
without a reason why

Does it matter that life changes
when better comes to be
and we enjoy life’s newfound ‘toy’
and relish what we see

For what one sees is blind to some
yet they know how to cherish
the simple bud that blooms anew
one ought not need embellish.

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