The Chapel of St. Felicity
The Chapel of St. Felicity,
slowly unmaking itself for a thousand years,
achieves the perfection of
a tangled grassy bank where cowslip and violet grow,
wild tulip and orchid to follow,
and where a drift of sloe, blooming white, beholds a vision:
a swallowtail newly hatched,
black cloisoné and liquid lemon, unfurls its coiled tongue
and lets nectar flow up through
it to the pulsebeat of the Sun without a single thought.
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