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"Dune Flower" (a ghost sonnet)

October 30, 2007

“dune flower”

I was enticed: your dark and stylish eyes
amongst all that white, those brambles,
dollar weeds. Like the brazen sister of
the Black-Eyed Susans in my Grandmother’s
front garden, you rage, even in the frame
of ocean blue and salty mother-air. Splinters,
prickers, sea-oats. To all these Southern Belles
you dance flamenco, a one-act filler play,
a jewel hushed-up. Your skirts spread around
the gaping black fuzz, truncated and fringed,
sinful pink-orange, and yellow. Each petal
seems a slice of fabric, a cut of fruit,
to be stitched up, to cover you, like so
much lace piled up over brown legs.

One Comment leave one →
  1. Charles R. Rutledge permalink
    October 30, 2007 1:21 am

    Wow, you’ve been prolific lately. And some really nice stuff.

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