Monday, December 30, 2013

Mudpie Bouquet

Mudpie Bouquet

These are the flowers
wait where are those flowers

This pile of snow will become flowers
When you see the fleets of birds leaving

imagine that they are just now returning
I tried it The gladness ran through me

We all know what the flowers are capable of
coaxing out in us

Pretend the snow is flowers
See my gesture as a flower

Where does the dirt end
and the flower begin

Oops we started to adore the dirt
It’s a good problem to have

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