It was in
the red poppy
that took me down
that lane again
when I’m standing near a corner garden
and the light turns
walk Walk!
the window screams by
but I’m st...
a constellation of hopping hillocks
jetting round with buds
unveiled a prayer—
like an ineffable effusion of fir trees
the scent of a holy breath
sown among the...
the day is yet unripe
and so we clamor to our knees
to beg a little loving light
a little crack of light
to break through the prismed panes
that surround us.
s...
