Conforming loam draws perspiration to the flower.
Raised leaves reflect few noticeable blooms.
A diary remains in place as an inflected presence.
One leans into forethought, already embracing disappearance.
At what point will being solidify into past tense?
The versions offer mistranslation to engender a supposed utility,
Just as sleep is right for summer rain.
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3 comments:
absolutely love lee
thank you
~jenn
Jenn- You are wonderful to comment. Thanks!
At what point will being solidify into past tense?
Yikes, that's a good line. Another one to tuck in my pocket along with Finch's line about running alone.
Sleep IS right for summer rain.
Wow, I like this poem alot. It's small, just six lines....yet it's big.
Good to read you, Sheila.
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