Sunrise 2/5/24

Montreal

Photo by Jonathan Potter ⓒ 2024

When I was standing at the garden gates
At sunrise on a Monday morning bright
Pondering the mind of William Butler Yeats,

It came to me that all the loves and hates
I'd harbored in the gyroscopic night
As I was standing at these garden gates

Were mostly matters best left to the fates,
Things I should have taken in my stride
Transposed against the mind of William Yeats.

Like melting runoff sifting through the grates
Of streets in ugly springtime's gross delight,
So far from where I stand at the garden gates

As winter has its way with changing dates
And autumn puts up very little fight,
I think of the mind of William Butler Yeats,

The chaos and the beauty it creates
Within my own intention to abide
My own self standing at the garden gates
Pondering the mind of William Butler Yeats.

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