Sunday, September 28, 2014

Michaelmas Valentine

Swaying as at the bottom
of the sea or lake as the case
may be having descended through
a musical decapitation of days
to plant these hollyhock seeds
in an empty corner of the garden
and surprised to find in that black patch
morning glories sprouting
leftovers from spring I threw there
with no hopes for next to the compost
now I scatter these hollyhocks among them
may one climb up
as far as the other aspires
no man goes home without his brothers

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