This talk of splendor in the grass
glory in the flower
grieving not
joy in what remains
so long have I waited
to allow it to be so
finally to let go
but joy I do not know
Grieving not
have I mastered
regret is not
part of me
Joy in what remains
in the life that is
or in the memory of what was
there is no joy in what was
Certainly there was not
splendor in the grass
nor glory in the flower
no joy in what remains
