sits alone smiling
among vanquished leaves
in his ceramic heaven
staring through me
so I hide behind
the dead asparagus fern
I think I drowned
with too much sun
to lift back up
this collapsed
world you have
to clean and refill
the birdbath on
a regular daily basis
you have to learn
to speak in several
plant dialects at once
you have to have loved
thousands of faces
none of them yours
No comments:
Post a Comment