Poem: Green Paper, Gray Skies

Green Paper, Gray Skies

with Cedar Sigo

Yes  i planted a black garden

using old wide cut diamonds   spores of lavender spreading shyly 

i write this tired ode to her cheap lipstick 

i see my reflection in its blackest edge   

ripples take over nightly

navigating hung over knockings 

holding your echo back

sifting the last spasm of greatness for the sake of the family sitting room

a quiet tone carrying bags within bags 

taking hands out freely putting them back 

             into ribbon dresses tracing figures in the joyous snow 

i meant to visit you with matching socks 

calling something done and moving on 

wiping down the press sweeping the iron floor 

dismantled the garden badly flowered 

belly open not hurried to discuss 

one of us must have the key to this overused door