Dialogue #8

Play with the truth and with trusting simplicity;
the abundance of faith makes beauty efficient.

An abundance of beauty makes faith unneeded.

Your glut of gracefulness is incredibly cloying,
an engine of played-out, unctuous ploys.

The smell of rich earth.
I lie among hollyhocks
watch the soft white sky
ignore dissatisfied men
their circling, caustic words.

(italicized stanzas by Moira Scheuring)
circa 1990