In the heavy shade the black-
Flowered vine from Australia
Drowned in too much sun
The palo verde tree in its fifth year
Contracted esophageal cancer
Its leaves looked like dead coughs
The desert rose lectured on and on
About attachment and non-attachment
Using its neon blossoms as examples
I am I’m not I am I’m not
The compost grew fatter and wiser
Promising to start everything over
The way death always does
1 comment:
is it mad of me to find this playful
and perfectly achieved in the end?
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