Everywhere/today
the irises insisted
on waving their blue flags
Hairy tongued things
with mouths
hanging open
as if to fuck the air
O la la la spring
& dying
the usual song
‘Every flower in a garden/is a sign
of a complete failure’
the landscape designer declared
Why not salute the trees
They take a long time to die
& then can die only half way
for a long time
for a long time
be half alive
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