Refusal Charm
Every rock a precept —
a fist in a garden of palms
a skull is a skull
she says
and I am no iris
overnight the green beetles
have learned flight
now they lumber
into windows
bright asteroids falling
I prefer other voices
in the lantana or dirt
mounded in grids
asking may I come out
no it is late too late
O at the Edges 
“a fist in a garden of palms” — Perhaps the best line of depth (and accompanying bouquet of images) ever, and it manages to incorporate a pun (or at least a double-entendre word), internal alliteration, and multiple philosophical allusions! If I may borrow a term, a charming and enchanting poem. Yay, Bob!
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Well, you know me and wordplay. Thank you!
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I could imagine each season responding differently to this.
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Now that’s something to consider. Hmm…
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the economy of
overnight the green beetles
have learned flight
is just lovely. so much time, so much passed & all in ten syllables. i would speak this line to typhoon Chaba that is here & rattling bamboo & i am sure it would charm angry Chaba into milk calm. it will consider the progress of a green beetles flight, sigh for the whipping up of its ire & subside it. then the fishermen can go out & make a few (s)quid.
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The wonders of the suburban backyard, and those things underfoot and in the air around us, if only we look. I hope Chaba subsides soon.
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