newtothis
10/17/09, 06:02 PM
A weed for all intents and purposes;
She presses; Inching along the wall,
A crown to the unadorned skull
Of my grandmother's flower garden.
Enchanted by the way she moves, astonished,
She dances the wind's chronic power
Knowing that if she stops, that platonic
connection between the flowers and herself will thrive,
Throwing kisses to the yawping blossoms
Her seeds, they hover, never quite at rest,
Tossed up and away by Darwin's social zest,
She tries to settle to no avail.
She presses; Inching along the wall,
A crown to the unadorned skull
Of my grandmother's flower garden.
Enchanted by the way she moves, astonished,
She dances the wind's chronic power
Knowing that if she stops, that platonic
connection between the flowers and herself will thrive,
Throwing kisses to the yawping blossoms
Her seeds, they hover, never quite at rest,
Tossed up and away by Darwin's social zest,
She tries to settle to no avail.