How do the clouds fall to the bottom of the pool?
On the porch, a wheelchair
Facing a brick wall.
Still so pretty.
the yellow faces of those tiny red flowers
pain in the morning
pain at night
books and films
my only light
tulips give the old building some class
opal flakes fall
a ring on every finger
jewels in my hair
a dragonfly wing on the edge of the basket
~A found miniature from “Memoirs of a Spinach-Picker” by Syvia Plath.