let late november

 barely warm coals die 
 in thick ash, let them

 sun warms my death pose 
 on the couch, grinning

 lush green geranium
 settles into light, low

 lifts one bloom
 to a large smeared window 


2 Responses to “let late november”

  1. Eduardo Rey Brummel says:

    Of course, this brings Kenyon’s, Let Evening Come, to mind.


    “sun warms my death pose/on the couch, grinning” Another Bönpo-em?

  2. wordweed says:

    Thanks for passing on the Kenyon. I read several more of her poems at poets.org, and am grateful for her clear eye this morning, and for you.

    And, yes, you are right, this belongs in the Bönpo-em family! I’ll add the tag…

    much love to you, E

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