Toronto, Ontario
Because I am not available, I have the skin of a rose petal
that has spent its life reaching for music. Inside the folds
I am deaf. I cannot tell when a note reaches in
and sings to the atoms of the flower. Sometimes
a light breeze will bring the thirst into my atmosphere.
Or the yellow feathers falling on the patio floor are gathering,
beginning to cling to each other out of their drifting atmosphere.
All the saviours I have known have been vanquished by fog
and the devils crossing the courtyard at night.
Because I am not available, I have the skin of a rose petal
that has spent its life reaching for music. Inside the folds
I am deaf. I cannot tell when a note reaches in
and sings to the atoms of the flower. Sometimes
a light breeze will bring the thirst into my atmosphere.
Or the yellow feathers falling on the patio floor are gathering,
beginning to cling to each other out of their drifting atmosphere.
All the saviours I have known have been vanquished by fog
and the devils crossing the courtyard at night.
©2011
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