by A. J. Kaufmann
for she loves still
humble beauty
no time no apartments
drying these grounds of departure
memories forward the taste
years - dewdrops
served early
chrysanthemums
private moon
the guardian
arranged and arrived
on eastern waves
without home
silken
anxious
reflection
of miserable
lotuses
color her flames
Monday, November 9, 2009
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