outshone the wasp—
yet there he is
Hiding ( a term from love!) is how
to grow wings:
look! the daisy's loose petal
like the arena
in a calf's cotton ear he flies in,
caked in yellow:
it's where he listens for words,
being shade-grown
Look! those are flea-balls not talc
you silly stinger!
And the anger in your hairy brow
comes from you—
the calf is silent
2 comments:
Interesting macro.
Beautiful lines.
Thank you, Costea!
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