GROWTH
This summer's rejection,
its tart magic blazing
in the rainbow flood,
Can reflect no middling passing,
nor leave unremarked smirks
of sand-drying lips in repose;
Can betray not in mad oil
or colors watered down
rich economy of salient laughing,
For truly the sign, the signature,
the thing unclocked is death
redeemed in thundering growth.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.
August 24, 2016
