Thursday, May 23, 2013

i know





i know this place
as well
as any other 

i know you
much less than most

this place
and this you

and now you
much more
than any

this flower

this self

in my eyes

decayed and fallen
still

beautiful








2 comments:

erin said...

it is a slippery situation to know anyone (or anything) and yet we create our realities upon this knowledge. it feels real enough. and so does this flower. what else is there?

(do you know what kind of flower this is, steven?)

blessed days:)

xo
erin

steven said...

an old tulip erin . . . steven