Thursday, July 20, 2006

An Empty Field

They mowed today. Shocked and shorn
I wear dun-drab mourning for the last lupines.
I hide in my breast the brown pods
seeds of a city of whorled purple towers.

Posted by Tiel Aisha Ansari at 2:06 PM
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