A Rare Fallen Petal Spoons - Poem by Mark Heathcote
A rare fallen petal spoons
As a spider weaves his house
Quiet as a mouse
A lilies throat gulps in her tongue
It won’t be long
Till a dove explores the stars
Lands on the dark side of the moon
In a crater deep down on his side
With allusions still screaming
Historically an owl hooting
In a hollowed out hole
A part of your soul alone is just fine.
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