Saturday, 31 August 2013

31 August

she was centered
just frayed at the edges
like wild purple poppies she had seen once
in a photograph

pistil firm at the inmost parts
petals fluttering a little on the margins

he stood her in a jug of
clear water
and seeing her way clear again
she leaned against his stamen.
and drank the
juices up

Imaginary gardens with real toads
Saturday challenge in honor of william carlos williams

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