Silverberry Flowers / POEM

I would love to make love with my lover beside the seaside
in these difficult days as though we are not frazzled.
Or, up there on the terrace, I would like to watch the pollen glide
to the ground under the branches that bear silverberry flowers.

Why, to vomit the lamentable opaqueness up,
I would have sung these fancy phrases
If I had lived
a life like those that ruined our lives
like those that never appreciated
the beauty of silverberry flowers.