Tuesday, September 5, 2023

The flowers smell themselves

THE FLOWERS SMELL THEMSELVES (D A D G B E)

 


Watching the jasmine run up the trees.

Looking for the cup in the cupboard. It’s right in front of me.

Putting my books on a plate because the grass is wet.

Telling myself it’s alright because I always forget.

 

It remains unknown and I will never get there.

There is nothing to do but my best.

Up to nothing. I feel it coming.

 

Sitting in the sun with my shirt off. What do I know?

Now is not the right time. What do I know?


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