Sunday, August 19, 2007

Aurora, Organizer

of the orange tree, I am yellow

I am fond of the looking willow
the long gray clouds spread out

like skirts: scissor's eyes and so forth --
the flesh of silver rainbows in the air.

If I were to reach for it gently, I'd have
died twice in the reaching. Anyways, it is

us in the underneath aftershock sucking
pink and pretending everything is ours.

1 comment:

Julia said...

I like this much much-- maybe we could add it to the book????

is this real?