Lost in Paradise













The afternoon daisy shivers 
Wander in the fallen leaves 
The wind has winter in its mouth 
The stars are mercury rolling 
Witness the graves 
The children abandoned in paradise 
weep among the bulrushes and tares 
amidst the star dust, 
on the eternal carpet,
at the throne of a man.

Appeared Spring 2008 in the Cafe Review

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