latest flower —

Flowers # 47  

                                         some ONE

decides

                             and                                  a

                         

                                                     color starts                               —–

 

                      the skies are streaked by little hands

                            there are ornaments displayed

and then,  destroyed

 

a punctuation mark

slips the skin of a

slender girl

who enjoys

water

                                             in each instance of joy

                                             the tomb was broken down into

                                             sybilant vowels

                                                               bowls       and howls

                                                     a band of emerging children

                                               fire on the heads and at

                                               the feet  

Max Wolf Valerio July 10, 2014