Sunday, September 25, 2005

Wrapping Paper

Breathing deeply
her shoulders heaving
my mind drifts back to fritillaries-
road-side romping
chasing painted ladies
and the victorious possession of beauty.

These days, embittered
by the fleeting nature of collections-
how they tarnish and dull with time-
the urge arises
to arrest her for poetry
and for conspiring to steal my crime.


Saltzy said...

You plant little gems like seeds

to grow

after the snow

KGT said...

Thanks Saltzy! Nice to see you in these Snowy Cedars.