Love in the age of slaughter without remorse

Happy whale swims the yellow sea

  Happy whale swims the yellow sea

Oncebush

A oncebush, nowtwigs

Juts into the plane of

A window.  Someone cut off

All the flowers, leaving

Sticks in the air.

I would have thought

This to be wise

Except that this is April.

Gray shadows interrupt

A piercing spring sun.

Spiny arms reach out

From a hanging plant.

Uneven knots combine

To hold the pot, attached

By rounded hook to roof.

Shy little light pokes

Out of the wall, its

Shadow doesn’t cause a stir.

Oncebush nowtwigs solid

In its presence stays.

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