Saturday, June 20, 2009

strange new flowers


the words we spoke
were living things
our breathy exchanges
resuscitations
each departure a death
each hello a wet birth
learning language like a child
I bury the words I used before
strange new flowers burst from the grave
I seek new names for each bright blossom

1 comment:

William said...

Nice post!! Lovely picture of yellow flowers... Looks great!!