Saturday, September 24, 2016

Residual Valentine

Too perfect by half
The hibiscus discuss
The six minute poem
Placed on a piece of toast
What are these snails doing
Crawling between my sheets
I swear this is all
I could carry back with me
But even if I could retrieve
My steps the vision
Collapses into pottery
Broken to cover the bottom
Of a pot - good drainage
Makes good herbage

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