quarter lilies
pushing up the window sill

I am falling over and under and and and

[I am falling underneath this]

my fingernails green
from digging up your flowers

I resort to sleeping in the dirt

lay your stone near my head
as I cry to the soil

I would live to witness
the rain falling from your hair
but I can't keep away from the garden

line the fence around
keep me tangled in the roots

your quarter lilies
are dying.

08/07/2006