escher poetry — [O] :: 6
china roses
grannie’s sideboard
they’re long since lost
to me
figurines
nineteenth century soldiers
was there something
she was saying
real roses
an intoxicating breath of peace
taking over awareness
for just a sec
as do real soldiers
but that’s something else
grannie never told
unsurprisingly
true flowers in high summer
stun pottery’s every dimension
but when wintertime arrives
‘ware is all
i wish memory
was like china
something fixed
for the long night