To the Flowering Plumb out back
You were right her diary
was behind the dresser
wrapped in one of the silk scarfs
she got for xmas
The one with the sparrow
& orchid motif
You should see the Spanish mustang she drew in pencil
the shading near impeccable
Every time I touch it now
a heavy sleep comes for me its mouth half open like hers was
Nothing is more holy than the moment
all four hooves are clean off the ground
I read that somewhere I
forget where
I really should eat something