Thursday, March 22, 2012

Shiva

You've hired this happiness
for the flowering day
it waits patiently
multitudinous
diegetic

I'll never forget how you felt
green leaves rust-edged
their first voyages
whispers
sighs

As if you invented a beauty,
in a curl of misfortune
its willing trident
striking flint
delicious


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