May is the month with no foundation
you see what travails it sends me on
two eyes uprooted from the earth
i don’t know why you ignore it
how new leaves remain under a freezing night moon
notes always hinting at afternoon rain
the words we say are cut flowers in vases
that bloom and endure in May
without love without unhappiness
branches filled with dangerous roses
the soulless come to aid the garden
but instead enchant the soil with pests
so May requests an immutable corner
situated between cream spring and honey summer
where the bodies that fell so long before turn and
at last at once all burst into beauty
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