Thursday, August 9, 2007

Terrace

The lilies are nothing but a camouflage

four foot lures
diversions drawing fire
cloaking my retreat

ringing golden on the fifth floor
shooting pollen at stars at night
shedding sweetness

beatifying the dry scar

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