Milkweed Smithereens
English
By (author): Bernadette Mayer
but how will we, still alive, socialize
in the winter? wrapped in bear skins
well sit around pot-bellied stoves eating
the lobelias of fear left over from desperation,
last summers woodland sunflowers and bee balm remind us of black
cherries eaten in a hurry
while the yard grows in the moonlight
shrinking like a salary