Friday, May 30, 2014


You're thinking of trees, right?  I'm seeing felled camellias -- blooms on branches disembodied.  Past prime.  What is a felled poem?   Perhaps a fragment?  Sappho ascending and descending.

And of food?   What wind and rainstorms do to fruit.  Also birds.  Also people.  You and me.

1 comment:

  1. Distraught sequence of further inquiry
    She called at the firehouse wondering

    and in the moonlight they all went riding
    checking the countryside before bedtime