Thursday, April 05, 2012

at the temple of friendship


at the temple of friendship

one smiles at the turnip
and winks at the yams
laughs with the carrots
and sings with the bees
in an eighteenth-century
pillared summerhouse
where ladies prefer
their tea without
the company of men
ringed in black
by the vampires
of solitude

No comments:

Post a Comment

Blog Archive

Followers


Typying