d's bday poem 2

i went looking for some posies for poems
went out with the wind, looking for the flowers everywhere
so i could knock on your door one day
with that bunch of posy poems
behind my back
& surprise you out of your sorrow

i looked in my neighbours’ gardens for them
during weekdays so they wouldn’t see me

i did a google search to find out where they could maybe grow

i asked hard tired oldman florists if they had any
noone knew what i was talking about

but i know that somewhere in a corner
under a bush
little bunches of these poems can be found

& when i hunt them out, their heads nodding above the sharpness of shit & soil
i’ll pick wild bunches for you & cover your life with their gaudy silly
brightness of joy

i’ll hand them to you & they’ll stay with you

their glow will be your glow

& your glow our glow