Sunday, January 22, 2017

Erin’s Valentine

Hey knock it off
My neighbor shouts
At his three-headed dog
Barking at every passer-by
Happy to escape a reckoning
And then a bee comes by
What are you doing here
In the middle of winter
Searching for the one flower
That survives like Gilgamesh
Did the immortal flower
Of his friend lost to death
Which turns out to be
Just another winter
Fields of melting snow
Through which spring always
Runs to our rescue

1 comment:

erin said...

this circle, this knot, it's like a wedding ring, isn't it? were we not betrothed as we entered?