SOUVENIR POETRY BY COLIN BECKETT

Souvenir Flower

 

you ship you have no hold for this

no shoe box under bed for this
no tea glass, no ear holes, no eye drops to water with

have you must oar holes then
and a shore to row to in a boat so full

must have you a cliff there to niche to
and a square of fence to tend

you have must heard from far bells
felt the warm slick of earthworm on your stem and speckled terrace
your cabin weed, your salt fare, your sailing jar, your air holes

you must have taken a garden aboard
if you will not take my lavender in your terracotta shoulder bowl
my lilac on your summer raft
alfalfa to the loamy shore

 

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