The flowers are turning red in spring.
The flowers are flesh. The flowers
are growing white in spring
are fading yellow in spring,
parching, bleached,
bone-tight,
the flowers,
buds, petals stiff as gristle.
The cartilege of an ear.
The listening, the trumpeting.
Friday, 25 January 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment