Friday, September 16, 2011

secret flowers

make up a basket of paper boats
from the torn out pages
of hillbilly romance novels
skewered together with matches

under the light of a full moon
take the boats to the crik
after chop chop chopping a path
through thick jungle plants
stretched twelve feet tall

set the boats to flame
and watch them float down the crik
while their smoke pushes them
into the darkness

secret flowers

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