Saturday, February 22, 2014

Poem: Dementia

Dementia
by Max

my thoughts are
butterflies
my bones the garden
my breath the breeze

they fly
fluttering wings
brilliant iridescent shine

I have no sweet
to entice a return

Vivid in sunlight
each fluttering climb
steals a word, a detail

and
 I
am less

One day the branches
will
crumble
fluttering down  -
the inverse of
wings to the sky

& the garden will

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