In my dreams I saw houses of flowers.... In a glass dome: flowers carpeted the floors; The green of the plants and the red, the white, And yellow, and blue, and purple rose to the ceiling, Concealing the sun, leaving only small, selected pockets That enchanted the floor of weeds below. In deed, The ground was well covered, leaving no room to walk. Nor was there room for gravity: we float in fear of Treading over the newly bloomed. In another (or was it the same one ten years later?): Vines and petals dangle from the top, and covered the dome to the bottom. But now inhabited with life! Ants, fruit flies, wasps, gnats And spiders come to fill the dome with webs And they pollinated the plants with gray dust. The air was insufferable, the webs stuck onto our skin. In another unattended: under the desaturation of hues, we saw the everlasting bloom of the flowers sewn by fabric.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 16:57:03 +0000
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