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Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Skirt of Printed Sunflowers
>>
>> Girl of these woods and chemicals
>> we labor for the black pigs of my poetry
>> for the bone gods of the sea.
>> For the secret rose you keep for me
>> under the skirts of printed sunflowers.
>>
>> There is a hollering and someone has a
>> dog that barks
>> your eyes have that recently crying look
>> and your hair seems as soft
>> and your smell as sweet
>> as before.
>> As that last time you came to my door
>> in a skirt of printed pastel sunflowers.
>>
>> But it has been seen that you look
>> straight through
>> I fear that you are already gone.
>> That night you tried to die in my arms
>> is something that I will not forget
>> or make sense of
>> you and your skirt of bright printed sunflowers.
>>
>> Methinks that you no longer see nothing
>> and God knows what kind
>> of love is this
>> you told me that you never stopped loving me.
>> But you could never return to me
>> in your skirt of printed sunflowers.
>>
>> -Will Dockery
>>
>> C & C welcome & appreciated.
>
> Superb, I will read this one by the camp fire tonight...

I appreciate the positive feedback, Zod.