The good:
The opening image:
“Blue ribbon thrown and blown onto the grass,
They say it was cast by God.”
is ambiguous in a productive way. It invites interpretation without collapsing into vagueness. There’s a mythic tone here that holds.
The “Seven sisters” introduces an allusive layer, ahether or not it is meant to references something like Pleiades.
This line is especially strong:
“They are damned to see her forever
In the periphery.”
That’s specific, visual, and sharp. “Periphery” hits a short-cutting staccato rhythm. It implies proximity without access, which aligns well with the theme of unreachable peace.
The shift into the speaker’s presence:
“I come here to sit with them, and watch the stream.”
is handled smoothly. You don’t overannounce it, the poem just widens its frame.
The observational section:
“Women in tight wear, men holding selfie sticks.
Troupes of the young, and the spirited,
The aching and the eager.”
This is good. It’s grounded, contemporary, and contrasts well with the earlier mythic tone. The commentary on spectatorship and surface-level engagement is over-saturated territory, but it’s not overtly heavy-handed.