Tuesday, March 16, 2010

March Valentine

It’s like a god

is gloating down

on this geranium

but no one warned me

when I first came here

about the orange

blossom scent

in the night air

sirens and satyrs

sniffing around beauty

the bees come sticky

and go home drunk

while the mockingbirds

are eating my tomatoes

I’m lashed to my chair

until we sail past

this too-sweet world.

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