• Skirt of Printed Sunflowers / Will Dockery

    From Will Dockery@21:1/5 to All on Tue Jul 16 18:33:57 2019
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    Skirt of Printed Sunflowers

    Girl of these woods and chemicals
    we labor for the black pigs of my poetry
    for the bone gods of the sea.

    For the secret rose you keep for me
    under the skirts of printed sunflowers.

    There is a hollering and someone has a
    dog that barks
    your eyes have that recently crying look
    and your hair seems as soft
    and your smell as sweet
    as before.

    As that last time you came to my door
    in a skirt of printed pastel sunflowers.

    But it has been seen that you look
    straight through
    I fear that you are already gone.

    That night you tried to die in my arms
    is something that I will not forget
    or make sense of
    you and your skirt of bright printed sunflowers.

    I think you no longer see anything
    and God knows what kind
    of love is this?

    You told me that you never stopped loving me.
    But you could never return to me
    in your skirt of printed sunflowers.

    -Will Dockery

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