there is a time to rest
among the soft flowers
[they exist
whether you are there
or not]
Tag: Body
April
the clouds descend
not obscuring
not enveloping
they obliterate
what a relief it is
Poem for Juliana
My body may not be mine
it may be a place I visit
for awhile.
Could I take off my shoes
and my jacket?
My skin?
Siena Rose 