Saturday, January 4, 2014

Bleeding Heart

Open fuschia
scent of something split
under fern
over moss
damp, northern grit.

Pendulous, purple, red --
a row of lanterns
by a new bride's bed.
Cool and dark
curtains part

A girl
with a flower's name
gasps with a start
as sunlight cleaves
the canopy, the sheets.

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