caesalpinia pulcherrima
feels the wilt that occurs
is the welt that procures
cambric to divinity
unfinished one
stark blue lips
feathers thinning
eyes yellow like phlegm
drifting into eradication
that was me
my pretty poinciana in chino hills
begging to be seen
wanting to be shared
i had thoughts of esperanza there
for her red vest
form fitting and taut
over a white dress shirt
and our last minute glances forever
over my left shoulder
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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