Paper Marigolds
In this fandango
There lies a tree
Once a great guardian
Now a watcher on the ground
A medley of children
Laughing, screaming, playing
They climb the tree
Looking for ants and worms
The skinny one prompts the round one to suckle the juice of the insect
Sweet nectar! This is what I’ve been missing
The syrup glaze trickling down my throat
The watcher’s gaze as the clouds change formation in the sky
Paper marigolds placed where
I lie
It has come to this
The place where I fly
Generous circles
Incomplete in their rings
As spirals come through
Completing all things
Concrete platforms
On which zombies stand
The simple grass of spring
As I slide down the hill
Nozzles from hydrants
Cleaning the air
Bees form a tight line
As they buzz over the water
Long lines and laughter
Imagining frogs and turtles
Stacked atop one another
See the rainfall on the TV
Beware the house on fire
Beware the goats bleat
Beware the costume changes
Beware of your own feet
~ Gaia Trojanowski
April 2009
There lies a tree
Once a great guardian
Now a watcher on the ground
A medley of children
Laughing, screaming, playing
They climb the tree
Looking for ants and worms
The skinny one prompts the round one to suckle the juice of the insect
Sweet nectar! This is what I’ve been missing
The syrup glaze trickling down my throat
The watcher’s gaze as the clouds change formation in the sky
Paper marigolds placed where
I lie
It has come to this
The place where I fly
Generous circles
Incomplete in their rings
As spirals come through
Completing all things
Concrete platforms
On which zombies stand
The simple grass of spring
As I slide down the hill
Nozzles from hydrants
Cleaning the air
Bees form a tight line
As they buzz over the water
Long lines and laughter
Imagining frogs and turtles
Stacked atop one another
See the rainfall on the TV
Beware the house on fire
Beware the goats bleat
Beware the costume changes
Beware of your own feet
~ Gaia Trojanowski
April 2009