title poem of my first imaginary book

remainder of thursday afternoon





hue the
stone
window

dirty gold, sun
dust rocktop
after all what

it is hard
stone you
pretty we

want pretty
shop display
pretty window

you are sad
sleepy paper
parasols

relevant hair
sad stone
pretty window

your blue
robe tries
color inside

hair flies some
blue reason blue
soon goes white


~


2004