by Ece Apaydin
To go is a yellow verb on this roof
I am submitting its sky to its legitimate beauty
Victoria garden which I seized the corners for you
I’m raising as carried away to a scent
the crinolines - always -
This is the most cheerful dance of the world.
And it’s so good
to know you as an easygoing
oh! the breeze of the decayed spruce leaf
the dead stork traces walking to the roots
the crispness of the blue swamp oh!
Brings down the reverse of the sky to an image with cranes.
Anna Karenina covering that is
raising the cemetery to hope for days
are resting on my knees
this does not make me fusty Vironski
The scent of a decayed star that is weighing the sky with me, my God!
Is this coming from me?
Last updated June 12, 2016