Come

In the Park

A Mystery sat upon a tree where violets in snow winterlilly personify
And I a lonely label make
Mere in punity, perfunctify
Formally, there was quicksilver, mercurial in his chrome
And where his house there was a stable wild my horse did streaking song
O crimson course so wanting few
Of purple marigolds drunken cruel
Quench this molten coil thread sun
Drift where she is groping none
And make for her a well fed table
Hearing now so trickling
I’ve come undone.

more by JULIE MAYA PANDA

Photograph by 55Laney69

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