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Jonquils, daffydils (Free verse) by fevriere

This morning, there's No sugar-coloured blossoms, nor my own Superman. Spring is selfish, and a show-off. I alone wear a miniskirt, a brave offering against The death-grey sky, for the sun I hope for underneath Too, I remember Paris in October I remember how pale the city lay At the feet of the white temple The cells of the city Milk-innocent, echoing the blank high bloodless Sacred Heart But There's little yellow stars; jonquils, daffydils Knocking themselves dizzy in the rain. I shine inside-out.

Bachus 24-Feb-04/12:37 PM
Yeah, I remember Paris in October too, an overated hump of vibrating asshats on a 'delicate' spin cycle.




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