there are white turtles

a woman near a window ledge
balances her baby
on the elbow she directs towards

breadmakers
rabble shakers
towards little girls

who point toes
to the sun

sheets and shirts float without a clothesline
the lion’s alliance is crumbling –
        it thins to nothing
                if you come too close

who will I lean on
should I send a daisy
through the clouds

who will catch the flower


©2007 by PJ Nights

Basic Flowers I
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