It must be from

an abandoned

garden,
just like clothes

that don’t fit,
that the grassy

remains
of Spring

began
their wave
&

drifted off

in the country
somewhere

around
breakfast time.
Ample,

shattering thrusts
stringing
together

spills of green

and golden blue
out from

an abandoned

garden,
&

the grassy remains

of Spring…
Just like clothes

that don’t fit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Doreen Dee