Thursday, October 31, 2013

Organic baby broccoli. When will the next poem bloom?

Those promising buds on the baby broccoli.   Similar to the buds on the flowering dahlia tree which blooms once a year in November.  Soon. Soon.  So tall with it bamboo-like trunk and promise of pink umbrella blooms.  Soon.  Soon.

And when of poetry, you ask.

Likewise, poems are budding with intentions.
The exact moment of blooming to be revealed -- one letter at a time.

1 comment:

  1. H/c

    A florescent light bounces
    off the edge of the cut grass
    Our history's at the wheel
    once we all find each other again