Tuesday, 31 July 2012


she had just had her hair done
            pale blossom on a thin stem
when they sat her in a chair
            leaves curled up like roman scrolls
went out to fettle her lunch
            the air in her room, quite cool
she insisted, no, no lunch
            flowers drinking up water
and closing here eyes for sleep
            the coolness perpetrated,
settled into her small chair
with petals nodding from heads
taking penultimate breath
            and summer blew tranquil at last.

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