spring – Thistle Thoughts

Mistaken For a Flotation Device

I sit in my green gingham dress
Absorbing ocean waves through
The algal eyes of a kinswoman,
Middle-age addled & fading

another day
swallowed up by midnight blue

Greenness,
an emerald of dreams

I’m down to
one epileptic seizure
a year & I’m
sure to make it count

it seems we’re floating
in barometric confusion

I listened to recordings of your
voice on splintered cassette tapes
just to trigger a decent dream.

…the airy muslin
of the Spring death shroud…

Your body and mind go through a transitional phase in March.