Sunday, March 24, 2013

Four Daffodils



Four daffodils and I feel sad, 
so sad, 

because I wish I could be every mountain and that 
river, I wish I could allow you to walk on my ground and 
swim in me the way you want to, you really want to 

maybe get married because that's what 
those who are in love do.

But I do not do these things that those in love do. 

I am not in love I am deeply steeped in grief,
not in love I am on the fast track to Ms. Havisham,
not in love and would rather sleep alone, not in love 
and I am very sorry 

to the three kings unintentionally defeated,
to the archetype wrought useless by 
a poorly structured plot,

and I can only summon something childlike 
for the breaking sun, 

which does not try to own me 
or say any particular words

to send me into the motion of 
run or recoil 

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