Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Elegiac Valentine

One by one
the roses bow their heads
and die
 
some had already died
still standing
the bowing merely followed
 
in life they stood erect
and so red they ran
right into you
 
where they remain
speaking in tongues
calling our names

1 comment:

William Keckler said...

I want to lazily type "!" on so many of your poems. I'm so inarticulate (anymore) when I love something.