Of a Curious Sort

A greenness
that can only
be a
starry-eyed, yellow-bellied, blue-soled acquaintance.
Followed by the murmurous quiet
belayed intrusions
New English girls with
flaming crowns and
affectionate indications
gently glancing
the left stage of a mort
who tied herself to the
current of the sea
wrapped in screens
and incandescent candy foils.

The Flash of a Despondent Domestic

A frozen blossom
fell into my open hand,
it shattered in two.

I picked up a piece,
examining it closely
under a flat, dull sky.

It brought you to mind,
that one day under the train
when we were younger.

You just shook your head
when all I really wanted
was your open hand.