Monday, November 9, 2015

Klimt's Poppy Field

Remember
so much fruit
grass
wild flowers.
Counting
points
buttery.  Little
glowing stones
in trees

and how they
spoke to her.  What
they said
she was lost
disappearing
into blues
into twisting limbs
corkscrews
dancing

another shape.  Trees
green flowers!

They moved wind.

Clouds spots
on the sky animal.
They prayed
into.





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