crumbled and rolled

sonnet 4 07/01/2009

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 11:47 pm

red vines are creeping up along july
to ask the girlish wildflowers to dance
on celestial kingdom’s sameness they rely
yet roles are shifting, gendered all askance.

such a summer to be a bat in bloom.
awkward as a newly mothered cub,
mewling, blind & reaching for the plume
of her multicolored, feathered downy love,

only to discover it had been shed
in anticipation of a winter coat.
randomized, the numbers in the red,
a dozen months devoted to free-float.

such asinine arithmetic i’d wrought!
to err, to lose, to love as time forgot.


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