Outside my window, the sky is
Inside my head, musicians play their concluding
I ask, that you do not read this out loud
no vibration needed
Save it for the eyes only.
Silence spreads like water in an empty room
mulling over a sweet heart neck line
whilst pendulous flowers soak the river dry.
My memory grasps at images
purging estuaries enlarge my catchers net –
Crushed within the heart
stain of red unseen
We are all –
populated by the simple dead.
Poppy June 27th 2013