The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, indescribably magnificent world in itself. --Henry Miller
Friday, June 10, 2011
I Will Now Subject You To My Poetry
Cut Flower's Lament
Chicory
Dies elegantly
On still-green stems.
Soft Indigo petals curl,
Fade eloquently
To Titanium White,
This vase an urn.
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