Sep 2012
fissure in the fold
of an aging merigold
reminds me of death's
soul-bewitching breath;
and a once-devastating wild,
torn and ever-reconciled,
falls in a deep sleep just like a - like a child.
of an aging merigold
reminds me of death's
soul-bewitching breath;
and a once-devastating wild,
torn and ever-reconciled,
falls in a deep sleep just like a - like a child.
