Mike Beversluis

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

I gave my love a flower

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
And from the inside, too, I'd duplicate
Gardens in a Petri Dish.


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