Photograph by Martin Frank
A Weed In A Yard Where A Fence Has Fallen
I breathe,
My breath goes out into the world.
I breathe,
The thin stem of a tall weed
With a flower, pink-white,
Moth-shaped,
Quivers.
The flower thanks me for supplying music
For her dance,
Spreads open her pink-white wings.
Duane Locke
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