Tag: lily crowded window

Lily crowded window her not-breath, mine signs our presence at the glass, | hers and mine, our presence | Blue Milk, the cooling sun plays her opaques, leaf speckles, variegations. Retreat now, She drains into winter’s dark work July-begun. She drains North. Setting to rest yellow-tips brown, Sun-held-once. Something in secret furls, unfurls its stem-self…