Elsewhere

Beauty again

presents itself

as if

for the first time.

It begins, “When I

look up,”

and goes on,

“the wet eucalyptus

is tossing, twinkling

like the sea.”

It puts words in our mouths.

Similes.

Displaced,

it returns.

It can appear

in human form,

but is most often

elsewhere.

Those paired

circles of light

winking

from a shady branch.