takes her time

takes her time
to get out of bed
put on her
white undies

her jeans?

waiting for her to

waiting for her to
wake
to give her this
flower

there is the shelter

there is the shelter
of the sky

I have its seasons

I make windows

I make windows
for the light

on the wildflower
to find me

write myself

write myself
skies come
to interpret

afternoon

afternoon

sit alone

Elton John
making winter

internity

wait for stars

landscape of
a solitudinarian

where I may
make thoughts

of her

and where upon the placards of my heart
the protest against solitude commence

she clothes the wildflower

she clothes the wildflower
in cloth
the cloth outlines
the wildflower