Thursday, August 8, 2013

Morning Valentine

Under the eight-armed umbrella
up close beside the striped agave
where the aloe is breaking
right over its banks while the
neighborly lantana looks on
half-dead across the way
and one bird aware of me
in the orange tree I’m sure
in shade enshrouded
yes embalmed this early
this must be the plan
surround thyself
with beauty while
death drives by 

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