“My Cool Mountain Calla” by Joseph G. Allen

At the very moment dawn pierces night,

  her upwind calls to action genuine fantasy

 

Captured within the fury, and the might of these gusts,

  I am but a mere constituent,

    a secretor, a slave to the mastery of excitation

 

She emerges with elegant elongations

  Her long stem conveys her above the ordinary floras

 

She is my cool mountain calla

  And beneath her pristine white blossom,

    spreads the openhearted Elizabethan ruff

 

Her ovum is pointed

  open and ready to receive

    the seed of her migratory lover

      Tis I, he who has wandered alike the countless drifting pollens

 

Blind to all conflicts and whirling derisions

 

My collective cellular army,

  engaged upon the selected target,

    seeks only one glorious ovule under treasured foothill

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