Tag: Nicotana Requiem

Lilies Under My Feet At Balboa Park, when I was six or seven, I wanted to walk across the pond in front of the Japanese garden. The man-made pond with the lilies and lily pads on it. My mom and dad cautioned me to stay on dry land. I could lean over to look at…

Nicotiana Requiem IYour shirt is made of burley, he told me between puffsand your britches and your shoes and everythingon this tableSweet is the word I can’t shake the taste ofSweet earth turned for settingSweet scent of the hangingGreen rags hung high turn goldthen to rustand thus goldsoft, dry and brittle IIAged, sweet-odoredshe would meet…