Modern Love Xxx (Golden Coreopsis, I Do Not Grieve) Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

The sun rises on the other side of the green cornfield
planted by the protestants to satisfy the capitalist.
Among the well dressed stalks, boundry stones
new Florence, phony shards
a clutch of mocking birds wait for clients
in the purple twilight
among them, a child, who was already
a mother
came toward my door
carrying a volcano
of periwinkle bachelor buttons
magenta cosmos
lilac stalks
golden coreopsis
brown eyed susans
pale loose stifes
a dahlia
wearing a purple toga
she came in, settled comfortably
cheerful
with the innocence
of a leopard
spoke with me
we crossed parallel intersections
walked, along a rain bathed
deserted road
returned, to the open doorway
ate, drank,
listened,
to histories of pride and memory
as the moon stretched into the edge
of sharp points
she invited me to my bed
a little field among frowning long haired rocks,
stucco houses
at the foot of a rise, covered with stone crops,
potted with corn fields
in the distance an old chestnut horse on damp grass
not far off,
here, there,
stars spawning
fecund boys
desirous girls

life sure, poems satisfying
no anxieties, no fears about the future
the present, the past
alone for years-first by physical gifts
of torturous birth
calmness, health, enthusiasm
later by an alert, though uncertain,
mind
strength of love
dialectic conscience
acquired through experience
yet, I do not grieve,
for all the unborn children,
this desire
born next
to her nakedness
in a touching field
will conceive
I do not grieve,
because
you are here
in this world