Sunday, June 23, 2013

Chartreuse Then Becomes a Lady

Chartreuse then becomes a lady,
on the domed throne she waits
wondering what the calligraphy 
about an itchy silent etching is-

a pipe glows quiet red from our
sticky sweet scoop of black pod sky,
where there's only here and there 
and there and here and only now.

A peacock might be coming soon.

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