and the
new garden goes in
this time passed
undented
on your skin galactic
minutes
scurry
fast the beetles see the
lawn men
on approach
goodbye the red poinsettia
it’s time to plan anew
all growth lopped
back bare to bone
fairer
than the fairest skin
dark truths
left
congealed
the
meat
that held me all
the winter
through took shape
my face gazing out
at you
Ah. Dear Kerri, what a dear poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteOh Kerri, these are all mesmerising.
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ReplyDeleteand, blow me a kiss, now miss
can't you see I'm waving back
?
lol yoohoo.
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