The froth and fronds of the sun flood
All things. But
The tendrils of the crane are obstinate--
They remain.
Give in to flighty beauty, gluttonous crawlers--
What is taken leaves no trace
And what of the dearth
Will in greedy part be erased.
The Monkey
-
There’s an area in our home referred to as “The Black Hole” as things tend
to disappear there never to be seen again. The notion that something
uncanny e...
1 month ago
No comments:
Post a Comment