Why keep living?
Well... There're those blue flowers
on the rosemary, for a start.
Showing posts with label rosemary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rosemary. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Sunday, November 1, 2009
All Written in May
Behind my eyes, hot
tears readily prick, then run,
trailing lines of salt.
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Summer’s confusion:
Rosemary bushes reach for sun,
finding only sky.
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Especially for Ash
Awake or asleep,
cats express disdain too well—
or is it ennui?
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Peace eludes me.
My heart is too heavy for this
wintery summer.
tears readily prick, then run,
trailing lines of salt.
----------------
Summer’s confusion:
Rosemary bushes reach for sun,
finding only sky.
----------------
Especially for Ash
Awake or asleep,
cats express disdain too well—
or is it ennui?
----------------
Peace eludes me.
My heart is too heavy for this
wintery summer.
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