as the trees taste the stains of their palette,
the white and yellow scream,
bringing the cradle and mattress.
it was
the animals and birds and insects filling
the huge flowers with the abuse
of a child
awful floral characters
the comforter is the cradle for reprieve;
comfort and warmth
the white blanket made a canopy of silence
reside upon the bed itself.
No comments:
Post a Comment