Bethink Oneself of a Day Evanesces

byHBowen(11)

bethink oneself of a day evanesces, in condensed early july heat, beside the willows at leisure and the skies ease, where planted utility poles recede.

i caught glimpse of thee! fine lotus enclosed, bashful body pink and white, a short stem; o! it rose among the stars not: feigned stolidness be it? as perceived by them. lines give thee life not, thwarted in nods. among the tiny throng enclosed a world where spiders resting on wood platform waltz, and lotus leaves ascending, yet unheard. thy purpose be not supper for peasants, or panacea, but the mere present.

by Grace Y.

my lover’s hands are brushing dust off hidden souvenirs of love i didn’t want to remember heavier, because now i know better love that was saved in the clouds percolating in the lakes, cycling in the back of my brain don’t awake the monsters that lie under the dust under my bed

Dull pink is a moth