Sunday, February 27, 2005

Flower (2002)

Written as a message
seeding out of earth
I find you:

you were born
in darkness, a long
& struggling birth.

I who watched
you grow, holding your
colour through grey...

as I lay you down across
my hand I consider
your momentary freedom -

I who can consider
only captivity
and knots.

You will become
dust yet again,
scattered and lost -

the wind will rise
to dance with you,
for the last time.

For now I milk your scent,
memorise your form,

guard you from the wind.

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