Paper Thin Silicles

Spangle grass and the paper thin silicles
of annual honesty
bunny tails and dead barren twigs
long past decay, now permanent
An eternal bouquet
beautiful like cemetery stones in bloom
A glass vase opaque with dust, residue
grime glaze of oil and dander
Humans traffic here, frequenting
this spot where dead things hang
affixed with copper tape to a pale wall
poorly primed, a pearl foundation dabbed with sponge
upon the cheeks of girls drinking latte
faces beam, a cold winter moon, fingernail
cuticles kept, hair disheveled intentionally
style carefully careless
conversations cluttered with plastic, trash
accumulated in unintentional living
Yet, I don’t know them nor this place
only emptiness inside, my desire
a yellowed seed pod –
dry, delicate, affixed to this bland wall with copper tape
desperate to be planted in fertile earth
nourished by clear glacial waters.