Truce


A peace lily upon
the bedside table;
poles of a circus tent

tween which trapeze
artists flamboyant
& tigers dance to whip

—twitch in july’s
fan, or deep green
jagged against white walls.

Watered until it
vomits o’er some
discarded Kleenex

some foiled Wrigley’s,
the soil upturned, ruffled,
detritus raised in applause,

as the white petal
caresses its carpel,
warm, ready to sleep together.

Mark

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