9/6/13:
He is a caterpillar.
He couldn't make "love stay," not the way Robbins wanted in Still Life With Woodpecker.
It's highly acclaimed, collateral to your moons,
perhaps you could tell me the purpose?
You are no niche in my deskspace,
but rather- the integral forestry that crafted my canvas.
So please don't cry, don't pay mind to those who cannot contend with a butterfly.
YOU ARE READING
The Sagittarius
PoesiaThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
