Thursday, June 09, 2011

poetry's that time again

i love that you
picked me
a handful
of lilacs
and put
them in a vase made from an old gatorade bottle
for me to find
in the dark of
the early morning
by scent
by smell
by sweet and heady
distant and sharp memory.

1 comment:

Relyn said...

This is beautiful. And, oh! You must be very loved.