Beauty is bought. There’s a price-tag attached.
Crystal. The pellucid light/air evacuated
Of all the tiny debris-
Mouthfuls of air like pure water
And a v of geese/in that improbable blue.

The long grass stirs
And the trees shiver/in quick delight
All over
A herald/of further bliss
All this
Can be purchased
Even the lover with dreamy eyes
The perfect soul match
Heart speaking to heart
In silent communion.
Pang of spiritual insight
Ingress of kind god/parting the waters
And the word left behind
In the astonished soul.
Here
So that all is suffused
With that gold
And never dissipates.