Pieces
The bell’s curve
rivulets her hair braids
peonies in a coffee can
weeping willows by a grave
it could be a close-up of a bear
long grass in the flattening airthe bull mounts her a hero will be
on
a rock bed
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
The bell’s curve
rivulets her hair braids
peonies in a coffee can
weeping willows by a grave
it could be a close-up of a bear
long grass in the flattening airthe bull mounts her a hero will be
on
a rock bed