tahtonkah

bla blah
morning soaks
ita ll out of me
like a geranum
bed
pungent
profuse
colr
bludeoned by the
acrid beauty
of the leaves
all the healing is there
folks
just turn yer head
complete repose
is in the whites of yer eye
and that sculptor that lives
down the
street polishing the white
marble
till it reflects the sun