July 8, 2013

Countdown by Denise R. Weuve

In dreams you are the number 5
Entering the last folds of May
Springing up like an Arizona Poppy,
Golden and burning red from the middle
Until you fade away.
 
From a distance you are all 4
Iridescent wings of a dragonfly
Fluttering as you rest on a Water Lily
Gazing downward, remembering home.

Just out of reach you are an alabaster trillium
Clawing at the heavens to warn
The Father, The Son, and the Holy Ghost you’re on the way.

Flying from my palm you are the 2 weeks
A butterfly awes all he passes on his journey home.

Here you are the one that never returned




Denise R. Weuve’s work has recently appeared in Bop Dead City, Gutter Eloquence, Napalm and Novocaine, Pyrokinectionand San Pedro River Review.  She teaches English and Creative Writing in Cerritos, California.  Her collection of paper cuts, and other damage can be found at http://deniserweuve.wordpress.com/.

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