Because I Never Learned the names of Flowers.
-Rod Jellema
It is moonlight and white where
I slink away from my cat-quiet blue rubber truck
and motion myself to back it up to your ear.
I peel back the doors of the van and begin
to hushload into your sleep
the whole damn boanical cargo of Spring.
Sleeper, I whisk you
Trivia and Illium, Sweet...
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