Re: Skirt of Printed Sunflowers / Will Dockery

Will Dockery wrote:

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Skirt of Printed Sunflowers

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Girl of these woods and chemicals
we labor for the black pigs of my poetry
for the bone gods of the sea.

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For the secret rose you keep for me
under the skirts of printed sunflowers.

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There is a hollering and someone has a
dog that barks
your eyes have that recently crying look
and your hair seems as soft
and your smell as sweet
as before.

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As that last time you came to my door
in a skirt of printed pastel sunflowers.

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But it has been seen that you look
straight through
I fear that you are already gone.

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That night you tried to die in my arms
is something that I will not forget
or make sense of
you and your skirt of bright printed sunflowers.

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I think you no longer see anything
and God knows what kind
of love is this?

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You told me that you never stopped loving me.
But you could never return to me
in your skirt of printed sunflowers.

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-Will Dockery

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Another of your finest, most lovely poems Sir Doc.....!