Monday, March 10, 2008

this window is beautiful. meter thumps
through my skin- dec, tet, hex, pent-
like a marching band

but this window! this window of springtime
of curtains pushed back and panes that
truly open, letting in

the rioting flowers, the sweet smell
of a petunia spring. a spring of gerberas
and sweet peas, dahlias and tiny

f-somethings i cannot remember, but
know their tri-colour fascination
this window is the last remaining stalwart
of a life where trees shed leaves on

and everything never minded

Mina at 5:44 PM