Sunday, June 18, 2006

Peddler


you and an elephant peddler just woke me up.
before that, owls turned to flowers in your eyes,
words turned to roses in your throat,
and hears turned to prose inside your ears.

he peddled jumbos and long-trunks of every shade.
before that, growls turned to showers in my sighs,
birds turned to prose in what i wrote,
and tears turned to troves inside my seers.