THE FIRST DYING ROSE
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44pm
The First Dying Rose
Taken From Eliza’s Bedroom Bouquet —
petals too limp to dry —
Its Russet Pink Still Enthralling —
Stands Upright In My Bathroom
waste basket
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44pm
The First Dying Rose
Taken From Eliza’s Bedroom Bouquet —
petals too limp to dry —
Its Russet Pink Still Enthralling —
Stands Upright In My Bathroom
waste basket
The Hawk Kitchen 4:50pm
This Evening I See
The Blush Of A New Day
To The North —
To The East A Front
Of Cloud
Is Moving Off
Out Over The Ocean
While My Stance
At My Sliding Glass Door
Ushers In
The Hope Of A Vacant Sky
To The West