The Vase, Gaze
I love when scarlet tulips
reach straight out to me
from a squat, white, ceramic vase.
It takes three pieces of
I open my eyes, and cold water in their vase
before i go to bed.
Set them off to one side, on
a blue,round table that sits in the center of the
room, opaque, yet shimmering,
open to my gaze.
Breathing is expensive, emotional-
and then requires follow-up, even for scarlet tulips that do not kiss.
Eileen Lewis-Lurin, Last week, April 9th, 2013, Copyright