Aug 122011
			thank you CPH

In the flower box
Kalanchoe and Kordana rose--
one a cluster
of honey bulbs

succulent leaves
round and open
as a cut thumb

The rose a rose
in miniature
armed to the teeth
with pink beauty

again and again
I say it--
to the teeth!
a bundle of pink torches--

A funeral procession 
in a cedar box
borne darkly
to the sea's brink

lay down that box
lay down I say
by the iron palings
open to air--

Word by word
the gift unfurls
and here we are
dancing again
with Gertrude Stein--

the dirt, now sotted
black with the tears 
of many women
and many men too
who have died

to make this day happen

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