Tuesday, August 2, 2011

New York was a wall of black umbrellas
the tulips were on the other side 
or so I heard
Monarchs make poor messengers 
as I could only make out
their muffled pollinated rumors
between the clap of their thunderous wings










Posted by Lauren Wilson at 8:11 AM
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