Friday, August 12, 2011

poem ~ James McLaughlin

The mind confers

if the red tipped

green eyed Anthurium

sewn in folds

gathered into a sort of white abyss

gives almost a flavour - a reaction

as remit inclination

a nuance forgiven

on each stalk

contained flickering on

a single crystal rain


just ready to die

or bounce

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