petunias
12/12/2006 10:00 a.m.

petunias

i will take the sea home
with me
wallpaper my walls
with its waters
there will be no difference
between my furniture
and the rocks
stones are impatient
lichen hovers
streetlights stain
a dozen or so flowers
await their turn
patient as a breath
in the black plastic container,
raking the dampened topsoil,
truant wrists prepare
the earth to run away
nubile parasols unwind
from the bone